lucretia.
29. they/them. entp 8w7. mass ♡/rb/q ok. nothing tagged. warning for potential blood, gore, animal death, arachnids/insects, unreality, religious imagery, cannibalism, and more.

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lucretia.
29. they/them. entp 8w7. mass ♡/rb/q ok. nothing tagged. warning for potential blood, gore, animal death, arachnids/insects, unreality, religious imagery, cannibalism, and more.
Immortality by Jim Ward
Eloa, ou la sœur des anges (Eloa, Sister of the Angels) (1862) by Joseph-Michel-Ange Pollet (French, 1814 – 1870), signed ‘J. Pollet’, white marble, 130 cm (51 in), Private Collection
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(girl who is already extremely private) i think i need to Move In More Silence
leaving isn't enough, you must stay gone. train your heart like a dog, change the locks even on the house that he's never visited don’t wish away your cracked past; your crooked smile. your problems are papier-mâché puppets you made, or bought because the vendor at the market was so compelling you just had to have them you had to have him and you did. and now you pull down the bridge between your houses. you make him call before he visits. you take a lover for granted, you take a lover who looks at you like maybe you’re magic you loved a man with more hands than a parade of beggars, and here you stand;
heart like a four poster bed heart like a canvas heart leaking something so strong they can smell it in the street
03-04-2025, 4 PM