Selfishly Entranced

You couldn’t give me your time; I have my own

[blvckphilip]

videodrome (1983), dir. david cronenberg

[softestaura]

Thierry Mugler ‘Les Chimères’ Fall 1997 Haute Couture

[1-d-a-deactivated20200727]

David Lynch: The Art Life (2016)

[martyr-love]

Theres about 24 hours in a day to figure out how fast i can move forward and I just love to make the hours go from 12 hours awake feel like 6 and how can I move the start date for this test to today to drug myself asleep and yet stay awake to find myself no longer present and in a daydream for 3/4 of my life to now I’ve been awake for 25 years and feel like I am turning 2(7)6 and everyone’s gone but me but I was always gone

[poohpoohtud]

"The coming of the Lord" by Fabián Chairez. Oil on canvas 180 x130 cm. 2018.

[martyr-love]

Through the eyes of God’s fucking halos I’m alive and I’ll keep dreaming and living in memories and piecemeal of every siren’s call waiting and wading wishing you would wash over me like a jellyfish sting so taboo with crimson and blue blood and bruise for a man of war

[vulcanide]

ashley monteiro

[beyond-the-pale-deactivated2023]

@mrgryphon - The thrill, the fear, the hope, oil on paper, 2021

[unwashedace]

8″ x 10″ silk screen of Anne Sexton  Art prints available on my Etsy. & if you enjoy my art a good place to check out my art on Instagram.

[abduction]

[angelic-alluring]

[vampilllia]

‘process of love’ by cho gi-seok

[martyr-love]

Trained in romance

Trains with romance

Trained in passing

Trains are passing

Passive in romance

Passive in training

So close to each other in the tunnels

Afraid they might kiss

It might be a trainwreck

[black-is-no-colour]

Ajok Madel wears Iris van Herpen Couture Fall 2021, photographed by Sølve Sundsbø and styled by Gro Curtis for V Magazine N°133 Winter 2021

[martyr-love]

fatherless and limitless

a tension him and i could never miss

heated and in pain

August came with a gentle breeze this year

[martyr-love]

I’ve been dressing in white to try and make a change

I keep losing life and my hearts bursting at the seams

I keep losing my mind and spinning in circles trying to chase my own tail

Chasing time

Hoping for a release

What a waste of my mind

Why cant you just let it be?

[martyr-love]

I’ve held metal to my heart like a brazen trophy given in the olympics

sharp and sardonic

a wound never ending in reckless abandon

crystalline agony throbbing and beating

A mother’s waste

Formed so perfectly in repetition

the pain of abandonment passed down through generations let out in a loud scream, a battle cry to cull this pain of being starved of intimacy and tenderness

so careless and free he could be