Effy

ᴠᴇʟᴜᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀ ɪɢɴɪꜱ ʟᴜɴᴀ ᴍɪɴᴏʀᴇꜱ

[aliceindirt]

Hole - Pretty On The Inside - Club Lingerie - 1990

[mrsdall0way]

Don't choke on the poison you're swilling

Show me the invisible hole that you're filling

Don't choke on the poison you're swilling

And just remember

You can't rape the willing!

[worldscoolest]

[witchrealms]

(x)

[mrsdall0way]

The mouth of a loose woman is a deep pit.

[mrsdall0way]

I'm still alive somehow

[fairycosmos]

shout out to human connection i knew you once briefly in childhood

[probuccalfat]

nobody gets me. not because i’m really complicated or anything but because i won’t tell anyone anything real about me

[sudokuberry]

anybody else ever felt a funeral in their brain ? 🙋🏻‍♀️

[solivagantress]

on grief and memory of a person

[mrsdall0way]

Some days in late August at home are like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in it sad and nostalgic and familiar.

William Faulkner, "The Sound and the Fury" (1929)

[sakurabreeze]

Andrew Wyeth Wind from the Sea, 1947

[mrsdall0way]

On the train we swapped seats, you wanted the window and I wanted to look at you.

Mahmoud Darwish (1941-2008)

[objectophiliac-main]

having another dyke call you a dyke is like hearing a chorus of angels sing your name. it’s pure joy wrapped up in one word. you see me and i see you. there is nothing like the community and connection you can have with another dyke.

on the other hand, someone who isn’t a dyke calling me a dyke should be punishable by death.

[le-esoteric-aesthete]

isabelle huppert in the lady of the camellias (1981)

[mrsdall0way]

I hardly exist, and if I do, it's with delicate care.

Clarice Lispector, Água Viva

[mrsdall0way]

The sweeping arm of morning lost in the quiet. I build a home with you out of breath & body, a cathedral of growth planted where the river divides. [someone will remember us, I say, even in another time]. The soft parting of your hair across your neck, the saffron robe draped over your shoulders. If not this, caught in memory, then what shall remain of us?

Sappho, fragment 147

[heavensghost]

i love you, it looks like rain, june gehringer