amortentia

[cyberxbattalion]

[4m0rtentia]

[4m0rtentia]

[flowrrs4u]

I am good. I am loved.

[4m0rtentia]

[4m0rtentia]

[4m0rtentia]

[4m0rtentia]

[4m0rtentia]

[mcpayne]

Guillermo Del Toro's Frankenstein is about forgiving the person who brought you into this world without your permission when you do not want to be alive, and about forgiving yourself for being alive and accepting your life free of guilt and that is genuinely the most beautiful, validating thing I have ever seen in a film.

[rubynooby-deactivated20251118]

Blue eyeshadow

[wildspringday]

[two-bees-poetry]

the grief of growing

[pneumaturgo]

Leonora Carrington (1917-2011), Tarot, Major Arcana.

[siphonophor3]

I hope it doesn’t haunt you

Do you remember me? We laid in the grass together after your soccer practices, and you told me about that man. It’s funny how you can fall asleep in a ditch with someone one November and become complete strangers the next. 

I remember the softness of your arms, how gentle your embrace was, like you were afraid to hurt anyone the way you were. I don’t mean this in a romantic way; I’m in love now, and never was in love with you. It was childish lust, or a need for companionship. 

The last day I saw you will never leave me. It was June and hot, but you wore long sleeves again, and so did I, and we both knew what we’d done. You never spoke of it, and neither did I, but we hugged a little longer that day, and you held my hand a little tighter. You don’t know my name anymore. One syllable, then two, the ones you knew; now four you’ll never speak. 

I hope that man is gone, whoever he was. You were just a boy then, and next month you’ll be a man. I can’t think of you as a man. You didn’t treat me like one. 

Do you think of that fall often? It haunts me. I hope you’re still with us.

[cryptotheism]

I am fascinated by the esoteric forms of misogyny that teenage girls manage to inflict on each other.

[cryptotheism]

Talking to my friends who were girls at 15 and they say shit like "I talked to a boy my best friend liked so she broke my leg with a tire iron but then nursed me back to health while we wrote poems about cooking and eating each other."

[dreamstars]

"Rest Energy" by Marina Abramović & Uley (1980)