弁柄

we hold each other the way fire holds what it burns;

Molting

The pain of the wounds you caused is less a part of me than I am a part of it, a space which seems to surround me, as though, rather than my nociceptors being within, I am no more than a fly buzzing in a borderless pulsing void

blink and you'll miss it

By Daniel Andersson

forged in fire a bladesmiths Frankenstein Im alive born in a burning house Hasn’t the world always been aflame? aren’t diamonds made under pressure Under heat what a shame To leave your mothers womb having already felt Defeat but at least you’re beautiful

a real angel

Blood Unicorn 🩸

Every morning my shell is cracked and I am poured onto a hot skillet, then the Scrambling begins

i feel neither like a child nor an adult. i am a botched, failed creature, combining the worst qualities of each. all the helplessness and dependency of a child, with the cynicism and despair of an adult.

Never make the mistake of assuming the person of peace is unskilled at war.

Lovers, c. 1909, by Egon Schiele