hellebor

visual diary she/her

[etherea1ity]

[hellebornoire]

distortions

[hellebornoire]

[meerschweinchen-archive]

vivaldi really said what everyone else is too afraid to admit which is that summer is the most tragic season and winter the most beautiful

[hellebornoire]

et j’étais là à écouter toutes ses pensées morbides qu’elle nourrissait à mon égard et me demandait quand est-ce qu’elle s’exécutera et si j’allais aimer cela

[hellebornoire]

i realised not even cigarettes could eat me up inside anymore, they were starving for my flesh and i felt bad for not giving them enough.

[achillesreborn]

me: why are you evil?

villain: do you hear that? that's decay. we decay with every step we take. every second ticks us closer to our mortal stopwatch. we will all rot eventually. well, you'll rot. i, however, have no such intentions. no, my body does not decay like yours. my heart died a millennia ago, my blood drips cold down my veins. i am dead, but i do not decay. that mortal filth, that unifying dirt amongst man; it links all men, wealthy & poor, healthy & sickly. you'll all decay, whether you're buried in a coffin, dirt, or at sea. nothing stops your melting flesh. it is that dirt that i revel in. that rancidity, that pain & blood. it's beautiful.

me: ah, gifted child, i see.

[hellebornoire]

[hellebornoire]

every night, i come to this place and sit, and wait until you show up. the moon shines on my skin and sea salt burns my feet.

[hellebornoire]

[hellebornoire]

the wind whistles through the trees and the horrific sonate reminds him that beyond this hazy shade of winter hides demons of the past.

[hellebornoire]

as i walk through the valley of mist, his tears are still running along my neck and his words wander in the air like serein greeting the dawn.