I dream about picking flowers but still wake up with empty hands

still, there is this terrible desire to be loved. still, there is this horror at being left behind.

what the hell is tragedy? I am.

Fallen by Federico Ferro

and if you love, love their darkness too..

I beg you, eat me up. Want me down to the marrow.

And if the devil was to ever see you, he'd kiss your eyes and repent.

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amazing medieval words you should definitely add to your vocabulary, a thread:

HourlyWolves presents:

oh no. fuck. come on. come the fuck on. not yet. i thought i had more time than this.

You're just trying to read but I'm always standing in your light. You're just trying to sleep but I always wake you up to apologize.

Today's gender is queer and clever.

fear, anger, despair, frustration

tell me every terrible thing you ever did, and let me love you anyways.

The Sirens, 1892, by John Longstaff

I still don't know how to love someone without swallowing them.