saint harlow

24 they/them lesbian, novelist, witch, romantic // may your peace find you on a lonely road. may your peace walk on with you for a while.

[charnel-grounds]

Julia Soboleva, “Is Anyone Home?”

[v-fr]

Edward Gorey

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Hauntings - art by Edward Gorey (1968)

[cynocephallus]

Nick Cave, The Devil—A Life (2020-2024)

[gushism]

abacus valley - acrylic on 16” x 20” canvas

[stuckinapril]

Noticed that your soul rots inside of your body and you lose the ability to properly express yourself when you don’t read. Does anyone else know about this

[charnel-grounds]

Miles Cleveland Goodwin, “Reparation”

oil on panel, 2025

[charnel-grounds]

Jeff Nentrup, “Fugue”

charcoal, 2015

[quotespile]

“But he stays by the window, remembering that life. They had laughed. They had leaned on each other and laughed until the tears had come, while everything else—the cold and where he’d go in it—was outside, for a while anyway.”

— Raymond Carver, What We Talk About When We Talk About Love

[farmgirlfemme]

i am a vessel of your childhood of your laugh of your favorite colors

your saturday morning cartoons your couch your father’s voice yes even

though i never knew him i learned him from you

painted in the gaps in my memory to keep a copy of him there

for you, with your beta fish alfonso and the nerf gun and your mother’s lavender shampoo

so when you put your head on my shoulder missing him missing

everything from the time before

split open in the middle of a warm afternoon

i know i know i know

[loveridden1999]

i have that dog in me. you know. the losing one

[goth-queen]

[sourdough-seal]

“what are you doing this weekend” i am going to fantasy land. i am hiding under the covers in bed. i am making things up. i am contemplating events that didnt happen. i am talking to fake people. i am listening to my tunes. i am envisioning scenarios

[dailyclassicart]

Francesco Lojacono - "Nelumbium" (1897)

[isab3llashysteria]

[farmgirlfemme]

I love rotten things. I love the unloved corners of places. I love the barns worn down to shadows in the fields. I love dust making the air thick and turning the leaves grey. I love the hollow under bridges where echoes hang. these are my holy sites. these are my cathedrals.

[farmgirlfemme]

january is coming and i am ready to become human again