je te donne à cette heure ...

.. a rainy night where the clouds shroud the sky

[pucciini]

i wanted to write a story about falling in love

or something about how i can’t make words come out of my mouth and my ideal for friendship is conversing with a sentient portrait at three in the morning after finding your cousin in the bathroom with a stiffy, and i want to feel things but i don’t because i don’t want to but i also don’t want to waste my youth on feelings that are half baked and wholly faked but aren’t i wasting it already like this, i washed my hands in the sink and waited for a friend that never came have you ever noticed that sink and skin are almost the same what if the porcelain in the sink was its skin can i gouge your skin i want to gouge mine.

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[milebza]

Collages with magazines from my trip to Paris

Milena

[aikaleegrave]

//winter rain

[slaughtervoid]

EXAMPLE A: let’s break up. he says it with a mouthful of blood and at first you don’t understand. then you understand, but you don’t, and then you do. let’s break up. okay, you say. that’s all you say. did it break your heart? did it make you cry? all you can say is: not really. EXAMPLE B: you lay on your back in bed, sheets stripped a single pillow sliding down into the crack between the mattress and the wall. you’ve got a heavy hunting knife laying on your chest, right in the middle. the way you would hold a sleeping baby. you suppose you cradle death every day. everyone expects you to be good with plants but honestly why else would you have so many if not to replace what you destroy. overwatered cacti and slit throats they’re all the same. let’s break up. it was fine. EXAMPLE C: when he spat on the sidewalk and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, you loved him more. it is an immutable fact, like the stars, like a river. every time his blood hits concrete, you fall more in love. even now. even after. EXAMPLE D: you’re too fucking soft for this business- but not the kind of soft that lets anybody get away, no. soft like quicksand. soft like a liver. you understand. soft like a rotten peach. with those headache eyes, blue-gray and tired. EXAMPLE E: let’s break up. you saw it coming from a mile away and did nothing because there was nothing to be done and anyways it’s in your nature to be lonely. it has always been in your nature to live alone.

“SOFT LIKE ROT” // ADRIAN BOUVIER

( @anarchetypal )

[aikaleegrave]

the moon smiles when she sees me. after so long, she is swollen full of light again, and so am i. i have become my own muse, my own art, my own tidal force pulling the sky apart. she approves. another year, and i shed another skin, birthing my new joy into the night air. the barn owls and their white faces are mirrors of the moon, nesting in the rafters with their feathers like snow covering the floor. i will fly with them and bring my own light wherever i go, no matter how deep the dark. i will fly with them, whisper-silent, and catch life by the throat, pin it to the ground and demand its worship, then swallow it whole. i will fly with them and smile back at the moon.

a.s.w. // @wlwocpoetrynet prompts 12/30/17 

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          girls like girls like boys do.

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Ernest Hemingway, The Snows of Kilimanjaro

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Types of Girls: Pretty Things edition

Flower girls; loves art and thunderstorms, can be apathetic, writes heartfelt birthday cards, feels misunderstood, has a pretty room, overthinks, keeps sentimental items, obsessed with novelty

Rainbow girls; sensitive, passionate, has a weakness for cats, likes coffee shops and cakes, loves deeply, naps a lot, loves being organized, hides their sadness, dewy skin, knows exactly how others feel

Star girls; good at writing, can be distant, stares into space a lot, funny, can be self destructive, keeps secrets, tells you their favorite songs, has a denim jacket, a bit pessimistic, romanticizes everything

Butterfly girls; tries to be happy, daydreams, wants to learn languages, loves their friends but still feels lonely, thinks in metaphors, highly ambitious, idealist, wishes they were prettier and smarter

Sunset girls; hurt easily but resilient, gives genuine compliments, loves shopping, takes amazing photos, likes deep conversations and old cities, cares too much about others’ opinions, pure-hearted

[btvs]

two types of the signs, mostly based on people i know

aries:

type 1 - “i’m an aries!”, loud, starts driving before everyone has their seatbelt on (or before people even get in the car), loves cooking but usually just buys everything from the store and pretends they put hard work into it, hard to tell if they’re stupid or smart.

type 2 - takes 100 selfies in a row, does really cool makeup, doesn’t believe in school, “this musical artist is SO under appreciated.”

taurus:

type 1 - down to earth, has neat handwriting and doodles in class, patient, bird-lover, likes making flower crowns, laughs a lot.

type 2 - show-off, amazing memory, can be an edgy people-hater, loves yelling, gives people weird nicknames.

gemini:

type 1 - two-faced, feels like they need something in return for their actions, cares more about bagels than people, the friend who everyone worries about.

type 2 - loves reading, kind and supportive but awkward about it, the type of person you call when you need advice, snappy when they’re being interrupted, watches 5 tv shows at a time.

cancer:

type 1 - down for literally any adventure, cries or has a breakdown while eating, doesn’t realize some things they do are harmful to themselves but can sense when others have a problem.

type 2 - talks very fast, takes on any task without a problem, loves talking about themselves, can probably do 10 backflips in a row, moody, sends smiley emojis in every text message.

leo:

type 1 - attention-seeking, wants everyone to respect them, says “lol” out loud, laughs at their own stories but sometimes forgets to listen to others, animal lover, a good role model.

type 2 - genuinely cares about their friends and checks up on them always, super chill and easygoing, fashionable, gives great hugs, someone you go to when you’re sad.

virgo:

type 1 - shy, gentle, awful at explaining things and you really never know what they’re talking about, offers everyone gum, knows all the lyrics to every song they listen to.

type 2 - anxious about tiny things but ignores huge problems, cares so much about others that it gets annoying, likes to redecorate or organize their room for fun, loans you a pencil and forgets to ask for it back.

libra:

type 1 - movie expert, likes when people laugh at their jokes, untrustworthy but somehow you trust them anyway, casually shares deep secrets or personal information randomly like it’s no big deal.

type 2 - doesn’t like opening up or sharing feelings, artistic and individualistic, doesn’t have problems with anyone or anything.

scorpio:

type 1 - calm/quiet and very open minded, loves the ocean, nice but when provoked they turn into a whole other person (who is terrifying), very passionate about their interests.

type 2 - doesn’t ever know what’s happening, suspicious and questions others’ motives, either loves someone or hates them, never shares secrets. ever.

sagittarius:

type 1 - plays at least 3 musical instruments, likes being right, theater kid, extrovert one minute and introvert the next, opens up to others and immediately regrets it.

type 2 - angsty teen attitude, has strong opinions, blames problems on others, maybe has a heart deep down?

capricorn:

type 1 - makes fun of everything, the most extroverted friend, pretends like they don’t care about others’ opinions but deep down is extremely self-conscious, forgetful, funniest jokes.

type 2 - honestly? a real fucking pain in the ass.

aquarius:

type 1 - feminist, nature lover and very free spirited, knowledgeable and factual, has a silly side, cool hair, can listen to all your problems but will never know what to say.

type 2 - can be cold but they are just trying to protect themselves, has one character/idol that they would literally die for, has probably made up all of the funny stories they tell because they want others to like them.

pisces:

type 1 - extremely honest but can doubt their beliefs since they try to get along with everyone, generous when it comes to material but will not give up themselves to others.

type 2 - understanding, shy extrovert, great with advice but doesn’t know how to take other people’s advice (asks for help but doesn’t want to), never fully present or in the moment.

some facts about historical ladies:

you probably know antony and cleopatra, but mark antony’s (second?) wife was a woman named fulvia, who (among other things) supposedly taught mark antony to submit to women, raised an army in her husband’s defense, and stuck a silver pin in cicero’s tongue after he died because he talked so much shit about her husband. 

speaking of roman women: livia drusilla, wife of octavian augustus, is often painted by historians as an evil scheming matriarch, but actually was her husband’s right hand woman and played a pretty instrumental role as his advisor and propaganda partner.

rock on, ladies.

and speaking of everyone’s favorite roman-egyptian power couple: julia domna, mother of the boy emperor alexander severus, was a direct descendent of antony and cleopatra vii through their daughter, queen cleopatra selene

honestly i could talk about roman women all day, but:

medieval women are pretty great too.

hypatia of alexandria was an egyptian polymath, teacher and inventor, and headed up the neoplatonic school at the beginning of the fifth century.

empress irene of byzantium was basically the definition of a historical hbic. among other things, she defeated a conspiracy against her by making the plotters priests so they couldn’t rule, almost married charlemagne, and reigned as empress while the carolingians in france bawled about a woman being on the roman throne.

eleanor of aquitaine needs a separate post but she is so intense, please read about her

on the subject of lesser known women: i love love love ladies from the margins of history and gemma donati, who married the famous poet dante alighieri, is really not as well known as she should be. she was a member of the house of donati, who are kind of like the borgias, if the borgias were medieval florentines. the head of the family, her cousin corso, was the leader of an authoritarian political party that opposed her husband’s, and when corso marched on florence at the head of a french army in 1301, gemma’s husband and her two sons were forced into exile. she was immensely strong, raised three kids in horrible family-wrecking circumstances, and without her keeping things sane her husband would have been even more of a trainwreck than he was. we don’t talk about her enough.

moving on to the renaissance: all the women of the house of medici (especially catherine) are kickass, but in terms of dynasts i especially love

lucrezia borgia, who was and is one of the coolest ladies ever. she was the daughter of pope alexander vi and a member of one of the most gloriously fucked-up families in history. rumored to have slept with her brother (although they were especially close, the whole family was, that probably wasn’t true) and poisoned anyone she didn’t like, she was basically the libertine of libertines when she was living in rome. later, she married alfonso d’este and became duchess of ferrara, and she was a great and popular governor. lucrezia was extremely intelligent, jawdroppingly beautiful, an excellent politician– generally the renaissance hbic. all kneel before the queen.

caterina sforza, aka the tigress of forli (i mean, how badass do you have to be to get a nickname like that) was a member of the (murderous, slightly insane) ruling dynasty of milan, and famously defended her city against cesare borgia, personally commanding her forces. (she was beaten and taken in chains to the castel sant’angelo, but not without one hell of a fight.)

[wnq-writers]

what i like about her is that she blooms whether you water her or not. whether you give her light or not. she exists without your existence.

iambrillyant  (via wnq-writers)

[pucciini]

5 min | sat dec 9

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it’s like hopping a fence - already burning in our young bones and the fire was just lit. tells us to move, i guess, tells us to throw each other down several flights of stairs and make out right after. it sounds stupid when you say my name like that but i believe you, anyway. call me “lifeblood” okay, i believe you. i can breathe and feel things happening around me. i can feel the blood pool and my jaw ache when i bite down too hard. there’s a broken window with your name on it and a blunt object with mine.

[wildfairy]

love starts young, mouth wide open. showing everyone the blood on their teeth. love grows old, mouth wired shut. chokes around the metallic aftertaste.

Angelea Lowes, excerpt of upside / downside (via wildfairy)

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there are seven ways to die without telling your mother— july said that’s a holy number but all i got was another cause & effect poem: honey it hurts to love the uprooted tree so i became it— honey the snake wasn’t sorry so neither was i— honey i’m tired of playing with you & the knives so we both end up with bellies full of cyanide— there is so much blue inside of that—autumn sky & peacock shudder & honey i just can’t stop smiling— safety is no longer safe so i leave the window open at night & the rain comes in but what the hell are hands for if not to ruin— all i know of stillness is that something has to break it— hush & a dagger in the cradle of the sleeping cat, he never felt a thing— is it mine if i don’t take a knife to it— honey is it mine if i don’t make it bleed—is it mine is it mine honey is it mine— because the television went dark & there’s a tree through your window & all the leaves came off in my fingers & there are seven ways to die without telling your mother—and damn it— none of them are holy

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