i am singing while rome burns.

there are many names in history, but none of them are ours // follows from partypoiisoned.

[thecornercoffeeshop]

Vintage outdoor bookshop spotted in Madrid, Spain.

[olreid]

kathleen turner / ana mendieta / david shrigley / audre lorde

[smokeinsilence]

have you ever noticed you pick up little habits and phrases from the people you love? it’s no wonder our hearts are so easily broken when people leave. we become a reflection of the people that we care about and those personality traits stick with us even if the people don’t

[viridianmasquerade]

I make my ramen the way a friend taught me in eleventh grade. Every fall, I listen to a playlist made for me by a boy I drove across a border to hook up with. I eat sushi because a girl who won’t talk to me anymore made me try it, and Indian food because my best friend’s parents ordered for me before I knew what I liked. There are movies I love because someone I loved loved them first. I am a mosaic of everyone I’ve ever loved, even for a heartbeat.

[jazbaaati]

Leonara Carrington, The Hearing Trumpet.

[ogmamagazine]

OGMA ISSUE FIVE // HALLOWEEN EDITION

Welcome to Ogma’s Halloween issue, full of spooky stories about vampires, ghosts and more! Featuring over fifty pages of poetry, short fiction and one photo series we hope you enjoy this month’s magazine! Stay tuned for some fun updates like print issues and merch (❁´◡`❁)

[bleedingccity]

TRANSLATION:

“ The pure, Malay world is often awash with tears and filled with the tragedies such as poverty, but the Malay people are a race which surrenders to such tragedies —to them, tragedy is still beauty. This life is too fragile and centers around on a pinch of love, or a love that is larger than the mountains.”

— Filem Kritikan Melayu

[voirlvmer]

“Godhood is just like girlhood: a begging to be believed.”

— K-Ming Chang, from “Churching”

[eatingjupiterarchive]

he wears a thousand different faces before he  comes  on to the one.  a stolen memory of a first love.  he remembers how kabir had bowed to carnality in response to this figure. he’d seen  the way his fingers ached and his mouth split uneven while his chest suffocated for it .  truth be told he isn’t a bad face. its composed of   good eyes , well risen cheekbones with a body that has  enough length and muscle to attract.   the problem is that he isn’t his face. that even though he would be with kabir he’d be glamoured. a rendition of dreams rather then reality.   he wants so badly he’d mark a trespass against himself.  he’d be a fraud to hold his god.  for what is more delectable then to have the right to burrow into the skin of your beloved? to feel the breaths untouched by any division.    he returns to the room he’d left him in the last moments of his being the house.  no more could he turn the rooms inside out , no more could he catch him in thought without being noticed.  he had done it with the garden , done himself a human body and he goes to kabir sleeping as he had in this room as a child.  sweet but also tart, and he pushes to hold him.  he notices the slight movement  in kabir,  but he cuts his waking out by the old song his mother used to sing to him when sleep was a far of thing drenched in the emotions  of the  day. in parts he even steals her voice and he goes back to sleep and it is then that his lips take the first token of worship as his lips move around hallow grounds.     _________________________ in human flesh , he hungers . 

Taglist:: @vandorens @semblanche @dhampier @the-ichor-of-ruination @sancta-silje @bleedingccity @rcvolutions @carumens @guulabjamuns  send an ask to be added or removed.  

[firstfullmoon]

Emilie Buchwald, “My Mother’s Music”

[ryebreadgf]

how lovely, the way lovers lean on each other. i've been thinking about the physics of it, the gravity of hearts. the first human instinct: to find something to lean on. we all have it, the radar for warm solid things. i am good at being lonely, but loneliness makes you heavy. what do you do when you cannot lean? you fold. i fold on myself. there is warmth here, too. a center here, too. i wish it was enough.

[speciesbarocus]

Jusepe de Ribera - The Sense of Touch.

[nangua-deactivated20231122]

diary entry 10/22 

[butternaan]

theindianexpress / pascalchampion / hozier, ‘to noise making’ / titanic (1997) dir. james cameron / my chemical romance, ‘sing’ / abc news / dead poets society (1989) dir. peter weir / bertolt brecht

[michonnegrimes]

No one gets ink stains like yours just out of a desire for money.          LITTLE WOMEN (2019) DIR. GRETA GERWIG

[starsfallings-archived]

READY & WAITING

“I am your saviour and your executioner.”

“You are nothing but my next target.”

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[eatingjupiterarchive]

url: bleedingccity !!

the sun screamed as her head was taken off, time saw that the world was unreasonable. selfish and unruly and so she took the knife around the sun’s throat.  in response the cities grew feral.  eating the seasons,  they drove despair into rage , into soil that grew red ropes attaching mother’s to proclamations of new gods.  father’s were collected and undone from measurements of decency.  how could they be anything good when they could not see,  when their hands were shriveled and their children gasping and breaking for food that was becoming themselves.   the mother’s wagered the moon their feet.  come to the ground they teased , come to us and we will let you meet him again they said and so when the moon did come down they took his skin and rationed off his insides.  the cities were bleeding , they were wild without change of da. , without  season they grew not produce but sickly things that came out with misshaped stomachs roaring for splits and tempests.   the cities were trying to reach the heavens bloodshed every were , wanting to cut into their old gods and say we will not fall as you have wanted us to so suddenly. we will stand and we will take you inside ourselves. @bleedingccity

[nicedawg]

James Dean and Corey Allen.

rebel without a cause