Into The Void

21+ ONLY // ♌ // 36 // Bi // Switch // I can't just like things, I let them consume me. // Bit of everything in here. // Small creature with a big heart and filthy mind. // Persephone in the flesh.

[endlesslyanya]

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[endlesslyanya]

... I'm going to allow myself to be vulnerable here because perhaps someone out there may relate...or it can be a reminder for others ...

Tonight I accompanied one of my friends to a gathering at a bar with several of her co-workers- mind you, I don't know these people ....and at one point, her former boss came behind me while I was sitting and started touching my hair, while saying that he loves it- I had a freeze moment then turned and grabbed my hair from him, making it clear not to touch me and he got the message right away, yes.....but honestly, I'm somewhat frustrated with myself for not telling him off right then and there... because I didn't want to cause a scene.

....now it's been a few hours and I believe I just had a panic attack.... I was reminded of every. single. fucking. time a man touched me without my fucking consent; even if it wasn't malicious from this man tonight, it has drawn to the forefront of my mind every time I felt unsafe.

I do not like strangers touching me...not even being near me.

Please, please I beg of everyone....DO NOT TOUCH ANYONE WITHOUT THEIR DAMN CONSENT, ESPECIALLY IF YOU'RE STRANGERS.

You do not know what someone has been through and what it could do to them even if you have no ill intentions. Keep your damn hands to yourself.

[majestativa]

“O House of the Underworld, your vault gives shelter.”

— Enheduanna, Enheduana: The Complete Poems of the World’s First Author

[satanasaeternus]

emil_melmoth - "Memento Mori/Amor Fati" via IG

[majestativa]

III. Visions: “Jeté par l’ouragan dans l’éther sans oiseau.”  (Rimbaud) Here come the visions again: The bird-like limitlessness There are no preys and no predators, only the sensation of endlessly flying, relinquishing one’s identity diving into the abyss and rising up wiser and darker. How can disorientation ache this much? How can this Orpheuslike dismemberment spread its roots like secret carvings on these gothic walls? How can the soils suddenly disappear beneath embers? Will Gilgamesh drop the lion very soon? What is left in here? The unwary Odysseus is lucid still though his emancipatory desires are forsaken. Let me unfold in this space and erase the sphinxlike sadism in me and mourn my fleeting glory and carry its vestiges in my womb to the heights of madness beyond mountains, zephyr and skies.

I, the ‘Sein’ & the ‘Ding’*. I, the morbid geometry. I, the skull sucking the soul. I, the Memento Mori. I, M.

I. M. (Excerpt) | 05.07.21 (*Being & Thing // Kant)

[heureux]

saintlilithhh

[endlesslyanya]

[gravebound0]

ig: gravebound0

[anneemay]

[sandmandaddy69]

[dumblr]

Someone out there is holding their breath hoping you fail. Make sure they suffocate.

[derangedrhythms]

...you are the mystic / and ancient things reveal your blood to you.

Gottfried Benn, Selected Poems and Prose; from ‘Fifth Century’, tr. David Paisey

[ghostlywriterr]

Rome, Italy.

[pdvmorris]

Visit Original Link

[superseventies]

Van Morrison — Into the Mystic - 1970

[yaoist]

freak (complimentary)

[findgodinme]

Should I be scared of you

It might turn me on a little if you are

[curiousblaque1]