bio.toxin

"bio/neuro/cyano/hemo toxins. the gift is meaningless, all resides in the intent." (van/silver. misanthropist with a twist).

[biotoxin]

"when you're in dire need of a muse, a lover, a listener, and someone who can make your inner demons go wildly quiet in a second.

- the latter is called a kiss."

[biotoxin]

"its a sad world

the one where you can't say out loud you're not doing great

and not doing good either

and certainly not even begin to explain that you cry heavily everyday

for things long lost in another parallel realm in this head of yours"

[tepitome]

Shikoku, Japan. 2026.

[biotoxin]

"There's a lot I wanna say, but there's not enough time to say it

Couple thoughts in my head, but my mind can't keep from changing

Oh, I had the heart to tell you, but you won't understand, so never mind

For a little while, well, I thought that I could take it

But days go by and I just keep losing patience

I'm worried life will pass me by and I'll have spent it all living a lie

Feel it all, fight it off

Tell myself it won't be long

Bite my tongue, fill my lungs

Bare the weight 'til I come undone

Oh, the things I do for you

I know I'm gonna break, am I just too scared to face it?

See the tide's coming in, but I'm just too damn complacent

You always take the best of me, I got nothing left to give but still, I try

Feel it all, fight it off

Tell myself it won't be long

Bite my tongue, fill my lungs

Bare the weight 'til I come undone

Oh, the things I do for you, oh

Do you feel it? 'Cause I feel it all

You're my ceiling and I've grown too tall

Do you feel it? 'Cause I feel it all

You're my ceiling, and I've grown too tall, ooh

Do you feel it? Do you feel it all?

Do you feel it? 'Cause I feel it

You're my ceiling, my ceiling

You're my ceiling, you're my ceiling

Do you feel it? 'Cause I feel it all

Oh..."

(Chance Pena - Feel it all)

[poetofthelilacsea]

if you have no way to float then you

must forge wings from water. buoy them with the noise you can't make. it's good to be alive and it's good to be a wake even if you have no way to swim and must borrow someone else's arms. or forge a raft from fire. Tie it with the words you can't say. if you have no way to make noise, you must forge a mouth from wanting bone.

[thoughtkick]

“People who make you feel better about yourself when you’re sad are so important.”

— Unknown

[meltinthemiddle]

To look after and be looked after

[biotoxin]

"i have whispered your name thousands of thousands of time in my dreams, never spelling it aloud.

not because it was erased from my memory through the years,

but only because there is no equivalent sound on earth."

[animalyears]

Washing ashore must feel good as fuck

[nobrashfestivity]

Georgia O'Keeffe, It was Blue and Green, 1960

oil on board

more

[eirawritesfire]

I’ve been told it’s a gift.

That sensitivity

is strength

and softness

is rare.

But I’ve lived long enough

to know it’s also

a burden.

Even joy

is sharp.

Beauty

makes my chest hurt.

I see something lovely

(a child dancing,

a tree lit just right)

and I ache

because it’s fleeting. 

I’m always a little

too full.

Like my heart is a glass

half-tipped

in a room

with no steady hands.

Everything hurts

just a little.

But I’d rather feel

too much

than feel nothing at all.

But god,

sometimes

I wish there was

an easier way

to be here.

~Eira Quinn

[idrawsnoopyeveryday]

148.

[riverwindphotography]

Little stars dance on Eleanor Lake, Yellowstone National Park

(c) riverwindphotography, May 2025

[grickle14]

Memories.

[cabinhome]

When we were animals

[pansyfemme]

people will really tell scary stories about old mental health facilities and still somehow think that the patients were the scary part

[rozieramati]

How to Save Your Own Life, Erica Jong