into sensual relationships between walking corpses and stone guardian angels ༄.° im an adult! ᥫ᭡ if i dont post for a while - dont worry! im not gone! my zombie feelings wane with warmer weather unfortunately so you wont be seeing me being very active but feel free to send me an ask or a dm! i check in often :)
☣︎ call me Xo (pronounced Sh-o), pronouns are he/him she/her xe/xem/xyr fin/fins gill/gills cer/cers. im 19 years old. this is my blog to be a lil un/dead thing on. i refer to myself primarily as a zombie, occasionally a corpse. i am Physically un/dead
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𓋹 origin/explanation if youre interested :)
i hav more kin/theriotypes, if youre interested in em, send me an ask
⛦ my ask game for fellow un/deadkin
☠︎︎ this blog will contain depictions (written, pictures) of meat, surgical equipment, cannibalism, dead animals, graveyards, bugs, and religious imagery probably- just generally 'unsavory' sort of stuff - if this is a problem for you in any form, please block me and move on
ill also use a fair bunch of ellipses (...), simpler spelling and more apathetic tone on this blog. as well as wei/us pronouns occasionally. im also attention seeking, i love recieving good faith asks and invites to talk about myself. might be a good number of vents, which i will try to tag appropriately and put under the 'read more'
im going to stop using tumblr for a bit i think, across all my different blogs. i dont have anything new to add and im just depressed, so i feel bad just scrolling. so i think ill uninstall it, check back in in a couple of months
maybe not a good idea but my discord is #cain_the_xolotl, please shoot me a dm there if youre interested in chatting :)
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I am organizing a lights out protest on tumblr, from March 20th 6AM UTC until March 21st 6AM UTC. It is best if as many tumblr users as possible can join this protest, as a mass downtime in users is the only way the tumblr staff will listen to us.
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It kind of fucks with me that somebody killed ötzi the iceman because ötzi himself is like whatever but the silent presence of human hands that drew back the string of the bow that shot the arrow that killed him is crazy. the idea that there were various people involved in that situation and while one of them has had his last hours painstakingly reconstructed and studied to no end, the others now only exist insofar that an arrowhead had to get into his shoulder somehow. imagine killing someone and then suddenly your entire existence is only a vague shadow implied by the fact that you killed them. much to consider
Testing the mummified bone marrow of ötzi to figure out his ancestry whole time there’s definitely another person, maybe more than one, standing in the room with us but I can never see or speak to them because I only know them through the assurance that they were there too in the form of one single arrowhead. I hate prehistory so much it’s unreal
Hey! I really like all your posts, the way you use words is very poetic.
Do you like poetry, and if so do you have a favorite poet/poem?
hi!! thank youu, id say thats kind of on purpose, its primarily just how words flow out of my head into writing
yes i do, im not like a hardcore fan of it (or reading in general) but i like some stuff!
Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep - (wrongly attributed to Mary Elizabeth Fry, actually by Clare Harner). it feels like home, honestly. and feels very close to my heart, i was a deity in a past life, this poem makes me feel like that that self is not truly dead, but always there, if one just knows how to look
i have two poetry books by Rachel Barenblat - Open My Lips, and Texts to the Holy. theyre very good, i recommend them. unfortunately i dont have them with me, otherwise id say which specific poems i love the most
a number of Keaton St. James' prose poetry - especially Guardian
Salvage - Hedgie Choi. it feels very reflective of my own past
i dont know really anything for classical poetry but id like to get into it someday
i do these magazine cutout collages occasionally when i have the materials and energy, and have printed out his poems to paste over the pictures
id greatly enjoy an anthology of his works
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as a depressed, lonely-feeling 15(ish) year-old trying to figure out my place in the world, Bukowski's poems felt very comforting. i cried many times to 'the gods wait to delight in you'
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