slowlyflowy

23. aspiring lover of what is good for me.

[inthehollystuff]

i hope commercial actors are okay rn

[morggo]

had some Big Feelings after therapy regarding existence and legacies, so i channeled it all into a little sinosauropteryx on a tiny piece of scrap paper. ink and watercolor sketch, about 2x2 inches.

prints here: https://www.inprnt.com/gallery/mxmorgan/a-monument/

[dogmetaphors]

SUPERNATURAL | S02E03 "Bloodlust"

[thekalpar]

I see a lot of nobles out here who think "Well I have a 10,000 square foot castle, surely that's enough space for a knight." WRONG. Knights are WORKING BREEDS, they need to go on regular quests to prove their fealty and come home horribly wounded. I have seen SO MANY adopted knights DESPONDENT because their liege keeps them cooped up in a castle and won't let them go on quests. If you want an armored warrior who will be happy in your castle you need to get a castellan. They're closely related to the knight breed but adapted to the castle environment.

[borrowed-thoughts]

@korinawray on instagram

[inthehollystuff]

My search history the Monday after visiting her

Homemade sitz bath

Sitz bath no tub

Friction irritated and swollen labia

Suddenly not producing discharge

Is this normal?

Sore labia minora

Vulvitis at home cure

Labia minora getting thicker

How to eat pussy like a god

Vulvitis cream cooling

Is vagasil good?

Swollen labia after fingering

Tail looking thing vulva

Weird tail inside vagina

Cervical polyp

Septate hymen

Hymen

Hymen

Hymen

Hymen

I thought my vagina had a tail

Hymenal tags and polyps

Hymen torn fingering

Hymenal tag

Is this normal?

[midnightstorries]

connor storrie "trying on" hudson william's coat at the Met Gala 2026 (via caradelevingne)

GUNS TOO BIG

[seasononesam]

Come on, boys. My father wants to see you. I think we'll pass, thanks.

[inthehollystuff]

Day 21: A poem on nicknames

I called you by a man’s name

so I could hold it nearer,

ask for your brother’s hoodie

from your shoulders

Run my nose over shed cornsilk curls

Kyle

Come a little closer in the schoolyard so I forget

we aren’t one body

I’m always bigger than what I love

and wish I could've been made easier to hold

[inthehollystuff]

Day 20: Use a mythical animal as a metaphor for a contemporary person’s life and include one spoken phrase

He 

emerges

from a wooded tomb

like a god you can touch

Places his face in her bandaged hands

“Me tangere” he says,

mane a snowy down,

new robes at her feet

The cleanest she’ll ever be

Dead tonight 

tomorrow

reborn

[inthehollystuff]

Day 19: Poem based on Florilegium by Sylvia Legris with help from Language of Flowers

He took me in a bed of weeds,

cornsilk torn upon crushed cornflowers,

and I am not sure why they’re called bachelor’s buttons

[inthehollystuff]

Day 18: Pieces of a longer poem w/dramatic and operatic imagery and rhyme

There she idles in the cloister

echoing silence from each passing sister

The sun, flat and wan, blanches early French winter

She recalls the jewels that once bled from stained glass

No longer pulsing with emerald light like low water

Her prayers grow faint, God’s name heavier on her tongue

In her throat, faith goes, long-gone

I envision this as a piece of a longer poem about a nun who buries herself alive and turns into a hare, choosing what she'll become. AAABC rhyme pattern? maybe AABCA or AABAC?

Notes to self: witchcraft as lesbianism, tearing off habit-play with that word. Nakedness, soft skin, she grows wild and runs in the night

[inthehollystuff]

Day 17: Response to another poem

<<After Florence Welch’s “Monster”>>

A chance breeze through our open window

Blowing limp petals across the kitchen

I find I don’t mind them now,

these messes

I don’t want you to know

how often I’ve echoed

 write that down  in my head

at funerals

baptisms

in grocery store lines

walking past two men in love 

with themselves

Crying over a girl who was never mine,

taking a grief that doesn’t yet belong to me

and crying over that, too

Memories I don’t have

but steal all the same

prayers to a god I only name

when no other soul will listen

I’m afraid I’ve forgotten how to write before I even got any good at it

[inthehollystuff]

Day 16: desc. something that cannot speak and what it has taught you

Exposed Aggregate

Held together, we’re softer

than loosely trying to keep shape

on our own.

Don’t walk through this earth 

without stopping yourself

and allowing idle beauty

to do as it does,

not once asking the world

to love it back

These stones, held in place by mortar,

are content with their lifelong neighbors.

It shows in how their rounded edges

pour around each other

like trees too shy to touch at the canopy

[inthehollystuff]

Day 15: Muses on what love is but isn’t romantic

I look at pictures from your wedding and laugh like it’s my own

For the last three days, I’ve walked to work

seen the cherry blossoms–thin on the pavement

Morning light through low-hung heat

Looked up, past it

And smiled

Tears thick on coffee-brown lashes

On my phone, you’re dancing to Abba for the fortieth time

I play it twice more, back-to-back

in awe of your hand with the tambourine 

And your husband’s on a can of cider

I’ve gained four pounds since Saturday, I’m so full of love

Remember? How we used to fit together?

Your thick, cropped blonde and my uneven brown?

Like the line where oceans meet

I cant tell you what makes us similar, just that we’re perfectly matched

[inthehollystuff]

Day 14: a poem that similarly bridges (whether smoothly or not) the seeming divide between poetry and technological advances.

I used to think souls 

could only be sucked out of you in movies

I was wrong

I’m in bed with the bastard every night.

What was I like

when I knew how to be bored?

I can’t write

by 

scrolling

[inthehollystuff]

Day 13: describe a landscape from your childhood

There was this Z-shaped loft in my father’s home office

across from it, a lofted closet

with a mattress-sized hollow on top

He slept there when he was a boy, opposite two of his brothers

The bedroom where my aunt slept became mine

We share a name and bed frame between us

One room over, where the youngest aunt slept 

And the basement where the eldest brother slept

I wish I could recall

The few moments

When we were children together

So new to the world 

we’d created for each other