L'AMOUR FOU

Will you wish on the graveyard of stars in the dead of the night? © 2014 - 2025 m.d.g

[aleyma]

Rene Lalique, Orchid Comb, 1903-04 (source).

[jinxproof]

© Gilles Berquet

[walking-the-line]

[historyarchaeologyartefacts]

Sword guard (tsuba: silver, copper, 138.9 g) in a shape of a snake, Japan 1615–1868[600x600]

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[girlbruised]

Shamelessly plugging myself in yet another corner of the internet.

@girlmuse666

Fashion, fragrance and poetry. Go give it a follow, please and thanks.

[morgvus]

A scanned cross from the flea market

[gg3cc3]

[silkenscreen]

The Blood Rose (1970) dir. Claude Mulot

[girlbruised]

— m.d.g // desiderium

[rooneyloublue]

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[mybeingthere]

Gallery of Negus

[girlbruised]

I dream of being understood, deeply–wholeheartedly understood. The kind of understanding that I can barely wrap my own mind around. Trying to figure out the complexities of another, unknowingly baring your own. Exposing that vulnerability like an offering–lamb to the slaughter–lockjaw of the heart. I ache for granite palms meeting alabaster softness, tender in its depravities–a body begging for the kindness of knuckles; an onslaught of violent delight, awaiting their violent ends. Songs sung from a mouth too full, and a heart too covetous, drawing myself into my own demise, with breathless nocturnes borrowed from the dead. I long for the feeling of teeth sinking into flesh, breaking body and mind. Thighs open like a prayer book; a holiness of hot breath against searing want, tongue tasting the body and blood – devourment of the willing, broken and despaired.

m.d.g // desiderium

[cruellheaven]

“Bite my lip bloody; sate the hunger, feed the beast.”

— m.d.g (via crescentemlunam)

[girlbruised]

Repurposed hymns falling from a sanguineous mouth, the soft-silken flesh stained red; hungry in its obsession for disaster. How intricately hate crosses love, entwined in a nocturnal amoret. Twin souls wrapping around one another in a strangle of limbs, barbed hearts piercing and laying claim–bloodthirsty and broken–fragments coming together, violent in its fragility.

m.d.g // lovelorn

[karrova]

Still life with a nautilus cup, roemer, silver salt cellar, porcelain bowl, lemons, and oysters on a stone ledge, partly draped with a Persian rug

Willem Claesz. Heda

[girlbruised]

It has been a long time since I've even attempted writing, and an even longer time writing something that I don't immediately hate and leave to rot, but in the last month I've managed to put my rusty brain to good use, and it made me fall in love with words all over again.

[girlbruised]