The Patron Saint of Liars and Sinners

There's no place for guilt in pleasure

[sick-silver-spoon]

Hiatus time

Hey guys! I just wanted to let you know that I’m gonna disappear for a while. When I first came here it was a place that made me feel better being around people like me. But nowadays all I see is people judging other people for liking different things, calling them names, sending anon hate and lectures as if they were superior to them. My mental health is fragile, I’ve just got better and somewhat stable and I don’t really need the stress of this place. Recently I feel like that if don’t breathe right I’m gonna get attacked by grayfaces telling me how and why I’m wrong and whatever. Anyway, it was fun while it lasted and maybe someday I’m coming back but until then be safe and thank you for following me.

[sick-silver-spoon]

Hiatus time

Hey guys! I just wanted to let you know that I'm gonna disappear for a while. When I first came here it was a place that made me feel better being around people like me. But nowadays all I see is people judging other people for liking different things, calling them names, sending anon hate and lectures as if they were superior to them. My mental health is fragile, I've just got better and somewhat stable and I don't really need the stress of this place. Recently I feel like that if don't breathe right I'm gonna get attacked by grayfaces telling me how and why I'm wrong and whatever. Anyway, it was fun while it lasted and maybe someday I'm coming back but until then be safe and thank you for following me.

[ramonameisel]

this is how it starts: you try to fight it you always do but something inside of you is hungry thirsty

this is what you feel: you burn you always do something inside of you runs its fingertips along your spine you feel it creeping its way in your veins are on fire like a star or something equal terrifying you are afraid

this is what you become: you bleed you always do you don’t feel the pain anymore they cut you and you bleed willingly you bleed so much everything tastes like blood to you, the world never tasted of something else

this is how it ends: you walk on your knees you always do weary bones and blood behind your eyes no one will come to set you free the numbness killed you a long time ago the fear remained

- the monster I’ve become | r.m

[kaijuborn]

Inspiration series: Oracles

If one could always predict the future, this person would soon be the saddest being on earth, for they cannot be surprised nor could they stop thinking of making a difference. (Requested by anonymous)

[venettaoctavia]

there’s something in the way the moon shivers. when was the last time you felt weight like that. like this. a sand storm that no one can tell is coming; you can drown in something not a body of water. tell me a riddle. what do you have to do to fit into your body? pass. a girl, space and crazy walk into a bar. is the body made up of all three or splintered and demanding to choose? pass. the moon is still shivering. maybe that’s a wild howling at it, or maybe it’s me. maybe it’s you. is it? pass. there’s a cup of coffee on the table, what do you do? I sit there and think about how the cup could explode at any moment and kill me. when you leave the house and there’s no one home, what happens? I go back seven times to make sure I closed the door properly and check that I didn’t leave the stove on and that my dogs didn’t run out and that I switched my fan off and—

then you just wait for your mother to come home. yes.

[saintofbees]

colonization

BETWEEN MY RIBS USED TO LIE GUTS / BLOOD / ORGANS BOTH VITAL AND VESTIGIAL. NOW BETWEEN MY RIBS LIES TEETH / OLD THREAD / MEMORIES OF BRUISES. THE STORY OF HOW THE CHANGE OCCURRED GOES LIKE THIS: A BOY CAME ALONG, AND HE COLONIZED MY BODY. I THOUGHT HE COULD ONLY COLONIZE MY BRAIN, GIVEN THE DISTANCE OF OUR COMMUNICATIONS, BUT NO. BREAKING NEWS: CHARISMATIC CRAZY BOYS CAN DO ANYTHING, NO MATTER THE DISTANCE. HE MADE ME BITE MY OWN GUTS OUT AND SEW TEETH IN THEIR PLACES, USING THE THREAD THAT WAS HOLDING ME TOGETHER. THE SKIN BRUISED AS I WAS DOING IT, BUT THEY HAD MOSTLY FADED, LAST I CHECKED.

[endless-unfolding]

I’m going to think about death until my mouth runs. I’m going to look at death with a face as terrible as his own.   I don’t want to scare you; after death there are two alternatives, both heartless: memory & forgetfulness.

Jon Anderson, from “Creative Writing 307,” Poetry (June 1970)

[arieastman]

We wake up in his bed and the sheets are starting to curl up off the mattress at the corners. I want to yell. STOP GIVING ME METAPHORS FOR ALL THIS COMING UNDONE. STOP SHOVING IT IN MY FACE.

messy, ari eastman (via arieastman)

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

There are teeth marks on everything he loves.

Yusef Komunyakaa, opening lines to “The Thorn Merchant,” Neon Vernacular: New and Selected Poems (University Press of New England, 1993)

[siriusorion]

I am calm. I am calm. It is the calm before something awful: The yellow minute before the wind walks, when the leaves Turn up their hands, their pallors. It is so quiet here.

Sylvia Plath, excerpt of ‘Three Women’ (via siriusorion)

[boykeats]

The Challenge to Hubris by Keaton St. James

[boykeats]

dictionary poem xxxviii by keaton st. james

[coffeeandadvice]

[boykeats]

Wisdom Teeth by Keaton St. James

[proustitute]

What torture it is to hold on to reason as desire intensifies.

Belén Gopegui, The Scale of Maps, trans. Mark Schafer (via proustitute)

[venettaoctavia]

I want my body to burn through the sheets everywhere you’ve touched me. I want to torch the room. I wish the house would burn; I want to see it razed into the nothing you created in me.

Venetta Octavia, “AND NOTHING” (via venettaoctavia)

[nemophilies-deactivated20190428]

In the silence of my consciousness I asked myself: why did I reject my life? And I answer Die Erder überwältigt mich: the earth defeats me. I have tried to be accurate in this description in case someone else should follow me. I can verify that when the sun sets in winter it is incomparably beautiful and the memory of it lasts a long time. I think this means there was no night. The night was in my head.

Louise Glück, from Landscape (4.)