Ce fut dans un chaud crépuscule (Two Women Kissing in Nature) (1903)
from "Le Poison Des Pierreries" illustrated by Georges-Antoine Rochegrosse (1859 - 1938)

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Ce fut dans un chaud crépuscule (Two Women Kissing in Nature) (1903)
from "Le Poison Des Pierreries" illustrated by Georges-Antoine Rochegrosse (1859 - 1938)
2/17/26
A Reflection for the Fire Horse
My world exists in rose tint
It’s hard to make exemptions when the red flags show a darkened maroon
Unless you lose yourself alone and adrift in the mutiny of a break up
The red this year gallops in with a fiery orange rage
Amidst the arrays of golden blaze
You weren’t supposed to have a good year
Why can’t you suffer like the rest of everyone
But lo, look at the rubies and how they shine
The red is just prismatic enough to hide the flaws and make you see past
And so too, will the confusion leave you breathless
When the rubies you expected reveal as emeralds
There is suddenly more green in your periphery
You were afraid to let your heart open again
All the men and women who came before thought you were too wild and untamed
You meant to believe that there was only one who understood why you run
And tonight when he listened to you
When someone dare approach
The guarded mare yielded her heart enough to see the sky was no longer wrath and rose
The world on fire now raged iridescent
The one who listened when you asked “please, be gentle with me, go slow on this journey”
And so the wild and beautiful beast herself learned how she was free to exalt
For her love, for her life, for herself
Side Effects - a poem
The first day you take the shot, it’s a pinch.
The seventieth day you take the shot, it’s also a pinch.
Your clothes get bigger, so does the vacant space in your closet, because nothing suits you.
Your wallet gets emptied as you replenish what you’ve lost - the memories woven into fabrics that no longer suit you.
Now you wear victory,
And sure, some excess skin.
And sure, we can wear the clothes we envied the cool girls in high school wearing, so you reclaim the brands for your inner teen -
Nobody said you’d have to learn to accept the wrinkles with your ripped jeans and tripped genes.
What. A. Scene.
Now my eyes are larger and wider than before.
The moon face has slimmed and borne a crescent in my side profile.
Apparently, my face shape is oblong, guess I have to learn how to do my makeup again and pick out for flattering glasses frames for my face.
I also see better - because I’m seen better. But that is not better, is it?
How is Jupiter less visible than Venus?
Oh, right.
People sought too much distance until they saw you, then thought you deserved proximity.
You really notice now how much you were never noticed then.
My feet seemed to shrink. Now I need new shoes.
I miss the ones I walked in, because I knew the familiar path I traveled in, but now it’s not stable and secure.
I somehow need smaller shoes to match my smaller clothes.
Did you also know you’d feel nerves when an ingrown toenail cuts into your seams and you’d feel the pain all night? It presses on your nerves.
Perhaps you did not expect to get it-
And at the podiatrist’s the next day, nobody assumes you’re a diabetic.
How funny the big toe is where you find your balance and you’re fighting daily to not lose it when you’re actually gaining it.
My breasts shrunk, I need new bras.
I go for ones that I feel comfortable in, yet also ones I feel divine in.
And to think it’s also how I finally drew their eyes in.
The coworkers who’ve never said anything to you now flock to ask your secret. You get calls, messages, side comments, the praise,
Oh, even the “wow you’re so brave!”
Why is a weekly shot a moment of heroics?
“I actually needed it,” I add, “because of my genetics.
My hormones run on chaos and disorder, and it’s like I’m in a prison, but the new warden I’ve hired calls The Shot, and so I check in on the improvements daily, and weekly, and monthly, and I think it’ll be for a very long sentence.”
But nobody cares if you’re a prisoner to your body,
Seems they just wanted the fence to look pretty.
“How did you do it? You look phenomenal!”
“Thank you, it’s my medication and a structured plan!”
“Wow, how exceptional!”
And I hear this whilst shivering and teeth clattering.
I also lost my insulation and body heat, so despite being brought into the warmth, I’ve never felt more cold.
People are so quick to help you warm up now.
Sometimes I think of Cassandra who tried to tell others about the larger body that was locked out of the gates, and how it took for a sudden shrinkage for her to have been proven right.
Something in front of their faces was there the whole time.
Maybe because they didn’t see the Trojan Horse as a threat.
Funny. Most men never thought me worthy of Trojans either.
And women never thought me worthy of an enemy.
Good thing for them then, how my hair has also thinned and shredded as much as my sanity seems to have.
I’m told it will grow back, stronger and healthier than before.
Do I grow it back showing my age and silver strands of wisdom and weary, or mask it until things look normal again?
The real side effect nobody tells you when losing weight,
Is how you’d lose yourself to find yourself,
And that’s not the half of it, even if you are now half of it.
I’ve lost, it seems, how I saw the world,
And discovered just how it never saw me to begin with.
The stars look down from their ever glowing eyes
I suspect they have long seen the signs
Venture a guess of how this scene plays out
First, begin the dance of hands
Five spindles intertwine with five alike
A gentle caress of the knuckles along silken skin, up and down along a forearm
Two sets of irises breech contact with each other
As a momentary pause erupts in a collision of mouths, lips on skin on teeth on tongue
On neck and collarbone until
The choreography becomes slowly calamitous as two sentient statues disarm themselves of their armors
Ever so recklessly
Then limbs take flight
Arms embracing the other glorious and heavenly body that lie before them
Legs that tangle and knot like impatiently thrown skeins of yarn
Molten cores inside, magnetize and then magnetize
Bodies in their naked splendor
Curves bending, waves cascading
Over and over riding the surf until it crashes into a roaring climax
The collision is instant, external, exquisite,
And then, ever fleeting
as breathes began to taper
and their skin, a color once sanguine, so gently begins to pale
Two souls on a collision course
A sensual supernova
And then there is quiet in the universe
Stars, once jealous observers, flicker with understanding and retreat for the dawn
Leaving two heavenly bodies to dissipate in their own cosmos
made and posted this for tiktok (krispys.reads) but thought I’d share on here too ❤️ so many I surely missed, but most of my favourites. Let me know your favourites please!
When Aphrodite became The Siren
It’s not enough to emerge
The apparition of perfection, unflawed yet flawed with near perfect precision
The curves and waves of the thrashing aquamarine
Contrast to the gilded and primastic ivory of her figure
We see her strength on the surface level - frantic waves pounding and breaking against her
Yet they don’t stop to wonder
How difficult was it to come out from the unruly chains that kept your head below the water?
Or for all the kicking and screaming and clawing you did gasping for oxygen?
Do they know the pearls you came out wearing are not a gift from the sea gods, but the testament of fights you endured over the years?
You are drenched, dripping, drowning in pearls, and yet people see but a strand or two
Does anyone stop to ask why you wear so many pearls?
Who were the men and women who adorned you with reasons that hardened over years into something that we only see beauty in?
Do they ask to bite your pearls to see if you’re telling the truths you wear?
Does anybody know that the when the waves crash perfectly against your body, framing you as a piece of art, that you only feel the shame and stinging of salt-coated lashings?
Do they know how many times you almost gave into the deep abyss?
When the goddess of love and beauty emerges, she is a wild leonine thing, bathed in sunlight after surviving the hurricane
When you call her the goddess of love and beauty, she won’t disagree
But she also remembers that she is also a goddess of battles and lust and passion and pleasure
She fought to be whom you perceive her to be
So tread your own waters lightly
- a poem by me. 11-18-23.
Athena: I have locked Apollo in a cage designed by his own art. Oh, he has been well and truly hoist by his own petard.
Hermes: Could you put it another way? I didn’t understand a word of that.
Athena: I’m blackmailing him.
Hermes: Oh, happy days!!!
y’all love the morally gray, snarky, grief stricken characters until it’s a woman. i’ve seen so much discourse regarding female characters who display the exact same character traits as male leads and are criticized for it while the men are praised. let women be cruel and vindictive. let them deal with their grief and trauma in destructive ways. let them be real. give them the same treatment you would give to your favorite male love interest.
Aelin, Feyre and Bryce - TOG, ACOTAR and CC
Artist: @blueillusionart
forever is the sweetest con…
my heart won’t start anymore (stop ‘cause you’re losing me)
Sansa Stark walked so Nesta Archeron could run: an exploration.
Note: Spoilers for both below
- eldest daughter, built up all her life by others who had huge expectations for her
- was forced to up and relocate to the cold north as a teen because of a family tragedy
- at one point was content to marry a man from an abusive family knowing it could somehow benefit her family
- got separated from her sister, lost her parents
- literally saw their father die in front of them
- both has their bodies brutalizes in a horrible way (Sansa got married off to Ramsay Bolton, Nesta got thrown in a cauldron by the King of Hybern)
- both also received justice delivering the death below against the aforementioned men
- suffered an unimaginable amount of trauma that would’ve broken most and still preserved
- learned how to play the game in their own way and achieve their own power
- both find themselves going up against a deranged blonde queen
- always kept hope in their younger, slightly feral, killing machine sister (Arya and Feyre don’t just sound alike either)
- Both were willing at the very end to give up their lives/power to save the ones they love (White Walker battle in Winterfell, saving Feyre and Rhys)
- One embraces her title as The Queen of The North, the other embraces her title as Lady Death
In conclusion: don’t always assume the worst of the eldest daughter with a chip on her shoulder. They’re badasses who deserve love and respect.
I said what I said. 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻
Nesta Archeron deserved better, and I will die on that hill. Was she a mean older sister? Yes. Does she deserve to be held accountable for that? Absolutely. But that is something that should have been handled between the Archeron sisters.
The truth is, they all had issues they should have resolved together. Elain also did nothing in the cabin, but because she’s sweet it’s okay that she also didn’t hunt. Feyre told the IC the bad things about her sisters, while leaving out the good parts. She also was the reason they ended up in the cauldron. Nesta shouldn’t have been so bitter and cold to her family, she should have shown her love better. Not one of them was perfect, but Nesta is everyone’s target because she’s not sweet and submissive.
They all have stuff to own up to, but they should have done that together. And the IC targeting Nesta, especially after Feyre tells them to stop is bullshit and my girl deserved better.
The poor girl didn’t even get an “I love you” in her book. Instead she got a man who seemed to hate her and want nothing to do with her, and when she’s broken suddenly he loves her because she’s not fighting him anymore.
Nesta went to the wall to rescue Feyre. She fought in a war. She killed a King. She was expected to heal in such little time when Elain was given months, and still isn’t completely healed. She was told not to drink and sleep around, when it is said in the books how the IC handled their first war/battles, and how they cope with their trauma. And again, it’s okay for them, but not Nesta. Only when Nesta gave up her powers was she ever welcomed in their Court.
So yes, I will die on the hill of “Nesta deserved better”. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.