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i logged on solely to share this beauty !
i wholeheartedly plan to write here — ( so no hiatus or inactive post ) — but i’ll redirecting my focus to
lady maria !
i wholeheartedly plan to write here — ( so no hiatus or inactive post ) — but i’ll redirecting my focus to
lady maria !
& .
She, a nocturnal creature, deathless, inimitable, alone.
Salvatore Quasimodo, tr. by Manolis Aligizakis, from “Song Of Apollyon,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
good evening ! small announcement ,
Heart’s blood for your drinking; To fill your mouth with love And the bitter–sweet taste of a soul.
Amy Lowell, from Absence; Sword Blades and Poppy Seed, 1914. (via megairea)
small head - canon : heartunderblade does not feed on women ( unless that individual has attacked / threatened her ) .
PAIEONㅤPAYSㅤHONORㅤTOㅤYOURㅤNAMEㅤ,ㅤ[ㅤMEDICATIVEㅤ]
WHAT VIRGIN SILENCE REMAINED between them was swiftly thwarted by an abrasive tenor ; his voice withheld little grace, it had always been that way. “ disarmed, no. unamused, yes. ” the very corner of his lips twitched. “ i assume there’s a reason why you’re speaking like that. ”
REDSATURATED , a vestment of shadow wove with whispers of communion / a holy benefaction , therein i transubstinate as alchemy : demon / woman , suspended in perpetuity as something sacrament and yet sacrilegious , perfidious and strange with ubiquitous eyes ... “ —— ah , ye humans ... foolish things . ” the litany of years billowing as an echo in my blood , languishing into a silky somnolence : “ simply put ... i am unlike thee . ”
do you care if muses call kissshot laura instead of her alias?
if you have an idea / plot in mind , no — by all means , be creative ! but if our two muses are just meeting , kiss - shot would never call herself laura ; it’s an ' identity ' she renounced eons ago .
anyway , ship with me ! i need romantic dynamics or i’ll die ,
i’m in a mood ,
torn between wanting to convey imagery which coincides with my aestheticism but also wanting my writing to be accessible and not this abstract , uncommunicative agency which ultimately impedes interaction . realistically , i know the choice is mine : but i feel like i’m sacrificing in part my individualism — like this mode is essential to my being , ( when it’s not ) ? an unwelcoming anxiety that if i employed any other degree of language it would betray both my abilities and be a shortcut . it’s a horrific conclusion : the need to separate my ego from the art itself , to enable myself to truly transverse literary fields without feelings of inadequacy , help .
' good to see you safe. ' / araragi koyomi.
“ didst thou expect otherwise ? ” i invoke the aevum ( sphere of my ascendancy , this athanasy ! ) , natant outpourings of noctilucent beauty swathe my numinousity in a matutine spectral suchlike venus , diademed by darkness forasmuch my dominion proceeds primeval : “ don’t be foolish ... ”
BLOODBORNE SENTENCE STARTERS ,
…that vivid, disturbing beauty that haunts the air,
Katherine Mansfield, from a review she wrote on Virginia Woolf’s “Kew Gardens,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
nothing much ! just ruminating about how the only person kissshot genuinely loved and respected ( her first thrall ) cursed her and committed suicide after she revived him from death , ingraining within her a guilt so ravaging she lost her own will to live .
well, that’s most unfortunate.
KNELL , SANCTUS BELL , I ASCEND THE ALTER riving purgatory fanged / shrieks bellowing from the infernum irrupt ; i , their acheronian matriarch / inthralled to death everlastingly . esurient , whetted on cruor , unguiculate horrors ravaging till naught but an triturated pulp , howbeit a quivering thing ! “ aye, dead forsooth . i was famished ! ” my sempitern , sanguinolent beauty a grotesque caricature of eleusa , ( fondling ophidian innards , unguent and pulsatile ) / this instance of theophaneia , my diluvial numen swilling as phlegethon , whose supereminent , abysmal pith fissures : “ ka - ka ! i will save the next ones for thee , doctor . for ye research , mayhaps ? ”
BLOODBORNE SENTENCE STARTERS ,
kissshot said casually, “ i was once invited to become a god, but i declined. ”
her power , her mind !