HEIRLOOM.

( ii ) 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 ,

[lifeinpoetry]

Yet in those few times I touched him / knowing one thing unfolded us both, it was my history beneath me, / my hands at least touching its skin

Katie Ford, from “The Vessel Bends the Water,” colosseum (via lifeinpoetry)

[cinemaphiles-blog]

A Clockwork Orange (dir. Stanley Kubrick, 1971)

[dying-dog]

[vampheir]

your body has betrayed you by creating an environment for godhood

ashley miranda, from “aglaophotis, or expulsion,” (via vampheir)

[hredia-blog]

sc !

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

my beauty, the corpse i carry inside me.

Maria Polydouri, tr. by Manolis Aligizakis, from “Party,” wr. c. July 1928 (via violentwavesofemotion)

[markvomit]

[rad-is-more]

Visit Original Link

[sacreddear]

nick cave & the bad seeds, murder ballads | lyric starters feel free to change pronouns as preferred. warnings for mentions of death, violence

i have no place to stay.

there was no laughter in the house.

i was visiting a sick friend.

it was midnight when i arrived home.

do you reckon me a friend?

stay all night with me.

i’ll walk with you a while.

she was no longer with me.

from the first day i saw her i knew she was the one.

she was more beautiful than any woman i’d seen.

then you sure didn’t see them around here.

even god’s little creatures, they have to die.

foul play can really get a small town going.

sooner or later we all gotta die.

fuck it! i’m a monster! i admit it!

everyone assumed the “warning” signs had followed them to the bottom.

i was laughing when they took me away.

it ain’t home, but you know, it’s fucking better than jail.

it ain’t such bad old place to have a home in.

they ask me if i feel remorse.

i’m happy as a lark and everything is fine.

everything is groovy and everything is fine.

she met a man along the way.

i couldn’t possibly permit you in.

seems you’ve remembered how to sleep.

your yard dogs are running all over the street.

why you close up shop so late?

i asked that girl which road she was taking.

you wouldn’t be the first.

you are an evil man.

i’ve lived in this town for thirty years.

did you know i lived in your street?

fear me! fear me! fear me!

[vhspositive]

[lifeinpoetry]

And what language exists with no word for blood? What gets across the legend as quickly as blood?

— Julian Randall, from “Biracial Ghazal: Why Everything Ends in Blood,” Refuse

[lecosine]

Katia Chausheva

[lifeinpoetry]

How desperate I became. To erase. To unmake my mouth, my pulse. / To unlive.

Jeanann Verlee, from “Fleeing the Murder (The Child),” Said the Manic to the Muse (via lifeinpoetry)