okay so i just randomly started bleeding out of my left ear out of nowhere and i’m at the hospital rn so idk when i can be on again

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@repeatition
okay so i just randomly started bleeding out of my left ear out of nowhere and i’m at the hospital rn so idk when i can be on again
[ID: an excerpt from ‘Three Women,’ a poem by Sylvia Plath
“I am breaking apart like the world.”]
when i die, make sure to bury me with a milkbone so that i can give cerberus a treat when i show up in the underworld
I OFTIMES WONDER –––– if i peeled back my skin, what would i find? would i be filled, perhaps, with roaches, burrowed beneath the creature that lives inside my ribcage [ . . . ] is the abomination cast upon me all that i TRULY AM or am i something else altogether?
original horror character. written by lydia. #parasiust. dash only / inspired by lovecraftian horror & lore.
Piotr Pietrus
twin peaks, 1x01 | tv quote starters feel free to change pronouns as preferred. warnings for mentions of death, murder.
i’ll see you in my dreams.
there’s rumors all over school.
i didn’t go to practice because i didn’t feel like it.
were you upset about something?
now, she was with you last night and you weren’t where you were supposed to be this morning.
have these fellas advised you of your rights?
you think I killed her?
you think because i wasn’t at football practice that i killed my girlfriend?
says his daughter didn’t come home last night. and she didn’t show up at school today either.
you’re not going anywhere and you’re not gonna tell anybody anything.
buy you a coffee?
i’ve never seen so many trees in my life.
if you ever get up this way, that cherry pie is worth a stop.
have any trouble finding the place?
this girl doesn’t even know where she is.
i’ve been looking all over for you.
we’re going to the police station.
asparagus for dinner again. i hate asparagus.
does this mean i’ll never grow up?
you didn’t love her, anyway.
that’s a lot of girl scout cookies.
what kind of cigarettes do you smoke?
no one came forward to claim her body.
don’t forget to brush your teeth.
where’s your sister?
maybe you have an idea where she might have gone.
i don’t know where she’s gone.
what are you sneaking around for?
give me a doughnut.
man, smell those trees. smell those douglas firs.
she said something about a guy getting killed.
it all makes some kind of terrible sense that she died, that someone killed her.
can you recommend to me a good inexpensive hotel or motel?
⁂ NUMINE .
DISAVOW TRUTHS ! you are the serpent of eden, plague thoughts angelic with memories sorrow. drown in yourself & release incandescent miseries upon the earth. ❝ –––––– you must set aside selfish desires. though we are all guilty of them, the earth cannot progress if you pursue such morbid appetites. ❞ lash upon cheek, raised brow in quixotic expression. a moments pause before hesitant release of breath. ❝ suppress your unholy indulgences. ❞ / @repeatition
the earth , it tastes of mud & salt / minerals . it’s sonorous in green & fat with bustling life : almost appetizing . inscriptions in a dead language swing tales of god in all its capitalization , as if it is something grander than the authors of such passages / but she knows better . god slumbers inside her belly , nothing divine with all their tangled limbs & lamentable , almost - human invocation to live . “ why do you assume i care about that ? ” if only the god inside of her could quench her thirst for knowledge , too : a hopeless romantic for something past physics & hearts . this being houses in a palace of marble & possesses a crown , so maybe … “ so are you the god they worship here ? ” ——– —- – the description used loosely / its definition overridden : there has never been a trace of divinity in any eye she has met in this universe & she has seen infinity .
i just want to point out that charlotte has a british accent (in canon) and it’s so posh that it literally sounds like the daughter in this i’ M
Edna St. Vincent Millay, from The Collected Poems of E. M; “True Encounter,”
10 am is when you come to me, Louise Bourgeois
⁂ DUSKROT .
“ you ask of me ? to help YOU ? to become KIND ? the god of death ? ” speed is an illusion of time . time is an illusion of a tired race begging for the stones to grace & crack open their skulls . the speech begins at the top of a crumbling statue , a small tower of pisa of its own divine making , and ends in the child’s face . dark strands billow out as if they were under water but there was no water to be found on the land that their feet touched .
YET , there had to be a reason why he allowed her to embark into this fallen battlefield . why his followers shrank back into the bark of whence they came & the deity was interested in KNOWING HER INTENTIONS . the serpent drilling holes in his gut had sworn she only brought good intentions & it shall be smug to know it was right . he wonders if she was scared of his stature , appearance , how ungodly it all was . YET , calloused fingers covered in moss & holly brush the tears that plastered the young girl’s face . a god of death & illness , yes , albeit he never did like when people CRIED . “ this is no place for the likes of you . i am not your PARENT , child . ”
he rarely made time for those who kissed his feet , wash his hair in their blood ! to make an acceptance of this one would only bring burden / nothing more . no matter how sad she appeared . no matter how she got here . she was not his to claim .
ah , perception ? SUCH A DEPTHLESS SENSE . the third eye opens its yellow waterline to a fragile word / a stark sight amongst so much life & greenery , yet she levitates gracefully in all her smiling sorrow . " . . is death not the greatest mercy of all ? " at least when it is final : this much even a child like her has felt . in another universe , she sleeps / in this one ? SHE TRIES TO RESIST CLAWING OUT HER PITLESS STOMACH TO BRING HER OWN WORLD BACK ! she wishes to co - exist with the deity in her -------- ---- -- even if her humanoid body had never been her’s from the very start . this familiar motion : tears were taken from her & suddenly it’s as if she’s been thrown into a river of time / ICE - COLD , yet pleasantly smooth .
she wonders if there are others , if they live side by side ? kill each other off like the most numskulled creatures do ? OR DO THEY SIMPLY EXIST WITHOUT LIVING ? a god becoming a hermit , wandering across worlds because their own has been wiped out , eaten up ! " i do not have anywhere else to go . everything’s gone . " god’s eye begins to twist / Mother in her blood as she cries more , yet differently . WHAT A SELFISH CREATURE SHE WAS , insufferable / that is why everything she ever held bore claw marks on it . but perhaps : the god of death would set her free ? LET HER REST , like she should have back then as she frantically clasps his hand / a child finally discovering a new toy called salvation .
“Lady Godiva’s Voyeur” by blueacacia.
Scream and scream until god’s / ears begin to hurt.
D.M. Aderibigbe, from “Letter from My Father, Odysseus,” published in The Poetry Review (via lifeinpoetry)
⁂ ACERATES .
❛ YOU LOOK LOST ——— ❜ the flicker of eye, the twist of time. a tissue offered, & he leans down to the three eyed god. ❛ are you ILL, girl ——— ? ❜ / @repeatition
A FORMER PAPER PRINCESS / the ink bleeds right through her skin : it‘s someone else‘s signature sitting on this body , foreign even if she had never been able to execute ownership over it to begin with . a hand looms by the shore of the black sea bordering at her lashes : A LIFELINE . " i . . am doing fine . just a small coughing fit . thank you . "
charlotte is NOT neurotypical : she suffers from (social) anxiety & bipolar disorder (type I) . i will elaborate more on this once i have finished my watch of the episodes and gathered enough caps to post a proper meta on it . so just bear in mind that felix has to given her anxiety medication for her to even be able to go to school because her bodily functions collapse otherwise .
The Paper Kites - Paint
⁂ FATERROR .
❝ this is not a world you should be in. ❞ SHE’S THE FIGURE of a perfect soldier , an army of one who needs no sharp teeth or claws , only herself &, her sword. it’s like it was an extension of herself , of her memories yet to be upheld. gaze ice cold hidden behind a blindfold that allowed her to see all evil / &. hide many secrets more. she hovers over this new figure , unknowing of what it truly meant.
@repeatition * ❤
there is less gore on this body , a pretty dress adorning mechanics / technology morphing into human - likeness ———— —— — THIS WAS A SONG SHE KNEW BY HEART ! " i might . . be lost ? " it sounds awkward , like her fingers picking at torn cuticles whenever anxiety ate at her . the lack of eyes was eerie too / charlotte’s superior number of them even more so : HOW MUCH COULD THIS MYSTERY - PERSON SEE ?