temp. dash only !

𝙱𝚈 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚁𝙾𝙾𝚃𝚂 𝙾𝙵 𝙼𝚈 𝙷𝙰𝙸𝚁 : 𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝙶𝙾𝙳 𝙶𝙾𝚃 𝙷𝙾𝙻𝙳 𝙾𝙵 𝙼𝙴 .  

[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

[salemwitchtrials-deactivated202]

[ID: an excerpt from ‘Three Women,’ a poem by Sylvia Plath

“I am breaking apart like the world.”]

[thoodleoo]

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

[parasiust-blog]

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.

[untrustyou]

Piotr Pietrus

[sacreddear]

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?

[repeatition]

⁂ 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   .

[repeatition]

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

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Edna St. Vincent Millay, from The Collected Poems of E. M; “True Encounter,”

[pulviscoloatmosferico]

10 am is when you come to me,  Louise Bourgeois 

[repeatition]

⁂  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   .

[bluestbirth]

“Lady Godiva’s Voyeur” by blueacacia.

[lifeinpoetry]

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)

[repeatition]

⁂  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 .  "  

[repeatition]

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 .

[getthesoundoffyourhead]

Visit Original Link

The Paper Kites - Paint

[repeatition]

⁂  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   ?