[contrarienne]

for real tho, fuck this yearning bullshit i am so tired of it

[contrarienne]

will you love me

for the feathers i grew

for their color and hue

for the song in my head

for the music instead

of the words that I speak

of the truths that I seek

oft'n hard to hear

though harder to bear

standing tall and alone

feeling cut to the bone

but strong in the fight

and flooded with light

enough to take flight

and fly out of sight

what it means to be free

is to love me for me

if i love you for you

will you love me too?

[contrarienne]

a gauzy tartan pant number against a tapestry i mean come on

[contrarienne]

chainmail FISHNETS

chainmail TIE

chainmail EVERYTHING

Falconiere can do no wrong

[contrarienne]

i'm a little (a lotta) obsessed with this joan of arc chainmail aesthetic that has been haunting my ig feed lately

so naturally i have to immortalize it here

[contrarienne]

Falconiere chainmail brass suspenders

[expressions-of-nature]

Monte Fitz Roy, Patagonia by Yury Ufimtsev

[contrarienne]

i was not meant for calm water

the peaceful pond or languorous lake

rather to descend to earth a flake

of snow upon the crested mountain.

To creep my way down glacial floe,

To melt, to drip, to trickle to a fountain

Falling fast and free, clear and pure,

Merging with rivulets over all terrain,

Cascading over cliff in pounding blur,

A thund'rous roar into canyon main,

From thence to river, with murk and mud,

From river to bay, to sea, to storm.

Participating in the constant wave,

the push and pull of the moon on the earth

by way of water.

And after a time at the surface in all weather,

A dive to the deep.

So deep the light falls short.

So dense. Too dense.

And yet, even here,

The current moves to the surface

Ever slowly, but surely

This place not the destination,

but a stop on the way.

A removal of debris, of waste, of scars,

A purification, rebirth, preparation

for return to surface

to light

to warmth

to cloud

from whence I came.

[cavegirl66]

[contrarienne]

[thebellavita]

[contrarienne]

give me the haunted places

eyes through time peer from every corner

watching memories stalk past like ghosts

admiring their handiwork in the marks they've left

on places like these.

give me the ruins

of the great and noble structures of man

nature has the last word, the last brushstroke

in the way she reclaims her clay

lent to sculptors hellbent on permanence.

give me the moments

the quiet interludes between words,

articulated in glances met, in touch, in knowing observation

that their beauty lies purely in that

we are able to bear witness to it

only now

before fading back into the ether

for another soul to tease out

in another time

in another place

...and back again.

These cycles of creating

and destructing

are the very breath of culture

weaving in and out of sight

of mind,

of life,

like paths crossed and congruent

then parting,

dipping, weaving, circling back

in the dance we call our stories.

Tracks and trails and paths and threads

picked up here and followed there

or missed, or set back down,

but never followed to completion.

They weave through planes and time

unfollowed by most, unseen by all

but the few who see not with eyes

but with sense beyond description

which cannot be taught

only felt

deep within.

[02decay]

[menorca-sir20]

Venga por ahí

by sir20 for menorca-sir20

[leahberman]

teal cove

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[plumslices]

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