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Stromae performing “Santé” (12/21/21)

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Its' so quiet, I can hear myself think : "When?"

bloominginthedark

Prometo esta vez aceptar que conmigo no alcanza, no

No tiene sentido insistir con algo que nos cansa, no

El tiempo pasó y ya nada es como antes

Perdiendome en cada detalle, pensando te entiendo este raye

Jurabamos algo divino y ahora me maquino fumando en la calle

Y ahora ya sé que no es tan fácil

nevver

Moonothing, Moonassi

#mood #pollynor

nevver

Know the Facts, Brian J Hoffman (because)

iclout

Visit Original Link

utopiawife

Visit Original Link

sonikijii

nevver

Word on the street (via @evelyn_bencicova)

sophisticatednative

I swear, you are a goddess reincarnated.

but which one tho?

floratodoslosantos

Well, I´m Flora.

nevver

The Botany Lesson, Leonor Fini

framafo

sophisticatednative

Don’t cry my angels, the velvet night will come. The skies will open up and rain strawberry cum. The guns they held against your Hollywood skulls will melt like prayer candles. Your eyes will glow bright with wet fires. Purity, like precious stones. All the daughters of medusa alone like stars burning in the dark for our blood mothers. Exotic beauties sacrificed at the wrists. Altar of gods. Kissed by death 1000 times & 1000 times bloomed again like roses in a grindhouse Garden of Eden. Blue skin & soft poison. But soon the night will come as smoky as our irises, black opiate souls & dark bones like an obsidian heaven. God is in motorcycle jackets & club lights. It’s parliaments & hearts beating, syncopated, with electronic grief. Baby breath wreaths & golden disco records swingin’. The oasis of your skin. Land marches & beautiful glossy martyrs. Billion dollar girls, running cities like waterfalls. Pacific Ocean desserts. Protesters all dressed up in blood colored diamonds. Glitter halos & pink fur wings. Melting in sunset caravans & backwoods motels. Angels lost in haunted towns. Girls rotten like the palaces of Babylon, returning. As sweet as cherry honey whiskey & dark chocolate in a heart shaped coffin. Girls forgotten wandering the earth in red satin. Waiting for the sky to split open & wrap around them like ribs. The red warmth of the womb, the acrid tomb of the fallen, covered in fresh oceanic flowers and tears turned to medicine.