dead bird guts

sixteen // femme // poet 

[itwashotwestayedinthewater]

bungus

[itwashotwestayedinthewater]

welcome to ‘no note bungus’. reblog and you will feel a sense of accomplishment and goodwill wash over you

[inthetags]

reblog and put in the tags your outer aesthetic vs your inner aesthetic

[skinhorses]

girlhood & poison & fruit:

1. “Peach pits are poisonous. This is not a mistake. Girlhood is growing fruit around cyanide. It will never be yours for swallowing.” (brenna twohy, from “swallowtail”)

2. “A child weaned on poison considers harm a comfort.” (gillian flynn, from “sharp objects”)

3.

(kenji toma, “ph.”)

4. “I am looking back to when I was a girl; now my body’s a flash of poison on the floor.” (aracelis girmay, from “self-portrait as the snake”)

[ak1aura]

[thatsadiaperhomeboy-deactivated]

[lifeinpoetry]

                                               Nothing has boundaries

in the ways I’m willing to worship. Who cares for baptism

                                when the body

is excess holiness                waiting to combust.

— Roy G. Guzmán, from “Marrow,” Catrachos

[deactivatedunfollowmelol]

[victim-or-survivor]

bitches will be like *uses sexuality as a system to determine personal worth and then gets surprised when they have no real self value*

[millktree-deactivated20121024]

[lvl99dreamer]

“–and what I really meant to say is, girls like us are fluent in silence. When we bite our tongues, we swallow the blood.”

—

excerpt from

EVERY PLACE IS EMPTY UNTIL WE LEAVE IT

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h.y.k

(via pillowstars)

[rottingcherubs-blog]

observatory mansions (2014)

[lifeinpoetry]

I

love her in the way a frightened deer will lock its knees & not move again. Even if that means burning alive.

— Topaz Winters, from “Infernal / Inferno,” Portrait of My Body as a Crime I’m Still Committing

[quietvoiced]

[liz-cat-meow-deactivated2020011]

[lifeinpoetry]

                                               Nothing has boundaries

in the ways I’m willing to worship. Who cares for baptism

                                when the body

is excess holiness                waiting to combust.

— Roy G. Guzmán, from “Marrow,” Catrachos

[kiddiescab]

[diamondeyes-deluxe]

Young girls are naturally inclined to witchcraft. You cant leave a young girl alone in the backyard for 5 minutes without her trying to make "soup" from some flower petals and sticks.