~Lanius~

That love is all there is, is all we know of love. ~Emily Dickinson

[lanius-hideout]

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I'm not a native english speaker so there might be mistakes in my writing, feel free to point them out.

Love thee with a love that shall not die, till the sun grows cold and the stars grow old. ~William Shakespeare

[plasmapop]

27/04/2026 • so there’s this recurrent nova that flares briefly every 80 years or so

[xombiebalz]

Peak Vampirism on acrylic

[xombiebalz]

Peak Vampirism on acrylic

[slipng]

moon and earth

[feelingsoftheday]

i want to hold you close until we both find peace.

[fortuneaday]

[lanius-hideout]

i haven't turned around yet have i? or maybe i turned around too quickly

[mournfulroses]

Clarice Lispector, from a letter to Fernando Sabino featured in Why This World: A Biography of Clarice Lispector

[gengario]

staying up really late is comforting. the world stops expecting things from you. it’s just quiet for a while.

[madgirlscosm-deactivated2025051]

(excerpted from Leila Chatti's poem: "Tea", published in Missouri Review)

[lunamonchtuna]

cruel how loving someone rewires you permanently.

[lanius-hideout]

A Fig

Hundreds of wasps pierce my skin

needles dripping aching honey,

teeth lathered with apixotin, paper thin.

Their buzz scratches the wax,

layers tattered with their steps,

moss mottled mulberry colors my back

Every touch shapes me, warms me up,

with every rub, leaving prints & dents

Open gashes let them turn me purple,

gulping down tempered milk -wood sap-

The very purple wrapping around them,

stretching, bending, veins intact

lapping up polen & nectar,

insatiable hunger, even entrapped

Swallowing one final time,

wings flutter, thoughts slack

The sounds they make -what a sound!-

what my ears try to renact

"Stripes shrink into seeds,

their frames oval, pressed, compact

every speckle, a painting."

A museum, open, of everything that loved me

the fruit of those that i loved back

~stella

[mutant-distraction]

photo: ElI Bond

[lanius-hideout]

two layers of silver wax covers my skin

shimmers, content, as the light collides

though glazed flakes, withering

two bottles of salt pouring down

hits the glass, painting it in hues of green

wool covers the floor, layed on bare and thin

a lamb rests its tail,

shaved down residues of the birth it had seen

blueberries and the moon fills my lungs

tangled with two confessions hard to place in.

concrete against my neck

brushes shivers on my spine

through burning hair, misgiving

on my ears, two hands of unconditioned tact

brine wets the candles,

pointing down fervour's chin

~stella

[autumnoiir]

[lanius-hideout]

i stand still and proud

-at the end of the world,

where the fog meets the ocean

where the wind rocks in a steady motion-

back straight, chin high, words low

i stand still and gaze

-at the end of the world,

where the cliffs are virulent, steep

where tired giants lay to sleep-

at you, your lips, their reddened bow

strung by both ludus and devoted love

i stand still, enamoured

-at the end of the world

where your hair falls gentle,

where your worries fade, smile settles-

by my lover, against my heart her breath a roaming blow

i stand still yet restless

-at the end of the world,

where your brows raise to a bridge

where my thoughts carry an insatiable itch-

purposeful, steady as the ground below

i stand still, bitter

-at the end of the world

where we cling to moon, mornings we shunned

where with every speckle, your eyes hold the sun

fight off sunrise, wretched alpenglow

i stand yet fear

at the tip of your tongue

lays the truth, clear and loud

how long will your touch will be of offering

how long will i stand and admire

at the end of the world, a race against time

where its hooves slaughter, a hayfire

~stella