Callan

Callan. 27. Writer/Performer. Overall strange human being. Links above are free to browse.

[eliminated]

[compulsive]

[callan-joy]

Plunged through the beyond, I am confronted with the guise of Gaia,

With a smile across her lips,

Sitting on an ivory throne of flora and famine,

"Curious, what do you desire?"

All these questions bare no answer,

Floating, I am floating in this listless dreams and thoughts like razorblades,

Because her laugh taste like novacaine while this knife thrusts up my spine,

Screams just add to the everflowing basin of her chaotic ecstasy.

Humidity clings in the air, setting the scene for this existential dread,

Gaia's gift like a skin walker's cry of my name in the night,

A familiar melody keeps fucking with my head,

Let me up for air, just for a little while.

"Cruel Intentions" - by Callan

[muchastyle]

La Fermette Marbeuf is a renowned restaurant in Paris’ 8th district. Its Art Nouveau decor is listed as an historical monument, in particular its magnificent glass roof designed in 1898 by Hubert and Martineau. The latter crowns a romantic decor in springtime colours, adorned with mural paintings and a reproduction Botticelli.

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[jumpedoverthemoon]

[pierangelis]

Eartha Kitt and James Dean in NYC, photographed by Dennis Stock in 1955

… still remembering all the things Jamie Dean had told me on the phone. ‘’I dont know what the feeling of love is really like. I dont know if I have ever been in love, but if I have, it must have been with you because I never felt that feeling before you and I have never felt that feeling after you.’’ 

- Excerpt of Eartha Kitt’s autobiography I’m Still Here (1989)

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[jessebloom]

ok mads mikkelsen fangirls i think i get it now

[pusheen]

[callan-joy]

Can you catch me on the next comet?

It's kismet that you can watch me explode, my blood trailing down like dying stars,

Why, you're trembling standing under the street light,

Reaching out for my body like a bowl of honey cream.

I watched, wallflower against the wall,

You said that bruise was a lovely mistake but

Baby I can see you shake with your crown of thorns,

Supreme with blush crossed glass illuminated.

Bright Star, would I be able to breathe without you

With my eternal eyes apart in these roaring waters,

To feel forever would be a sweet fall

And have my spine kissed and tender taken away.

"Sweet Gone" by Athena Fuqua

[thoughtkick]

“Don’t you think it would be wonderful to get rid of everything and everybody and just go some place where you don’t know a soul?”

— Haruki Murakami

[understands]

[destroymylife]

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[understands]

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