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Franz von Stuck, The kiss of Sphinx Detail

[2-beadyeyes-deactivated20251104]

i cant believe this crop … here is the full piece

[stargazerinmoksha]

i have a feeling

that it’s gonna be just like last time. like being me just wasn’t enough for them to stay. like giving love is something wrong. i don’t like to expect things from people, maybe in a way that’s so i’ll never be disappointed. a form of self-defense? quite possibly my last line of it really.

that you’re playing hopscotch with my heart and i’m just another stone for you to skip— jokes on you. i learned how to swim with my demons a long time ago, it’s such a shame because i thought that you were special. jokes on me, you really made me feel like i was special.

that you’re pulling my steering wheel and i’m letting you crash course us into topics of love that shouldn’t even matter because we had something that really could’ve meant something all because we didn’t have that connection something.

that you don’t know the definition of this “something.” let me explain. something like waking up way too early while i drag you out to see the sunrise that we could’ve missed. something like listening to someone being completely honest with you even if it meant that it’d destroy things. something like destruction is just the beginning of creation. something like a smothered flame that found a forest to burn, so i turned my heart into a paintbrush— even if i’m painting on a slab of molten lava, the vision of something like you finally making my feelings feel less like obsidian and i’m dull to the noise and isn’t it truly something? to have so many different ways of being just beause love didn’t get it right the first time. something like your youth meeting my hands and i can finally get a chance to undo the pain left by broken wings and shattered mirrors— the disillusionment of the desert that it might rain in a few moments if only you traveled through this quicksand to get to the middle of nowhere, where my heart is captured by something like the shape of my lips when they’re pressed to say your name during the darkest nights when i have nothing, but your body to tell me that i’m not just another someone to you and this isn’t just another something to you— inside the lostness of my mind, you were something that i could have loved and that is something i’ll never forget

[kirby-the-gorb]

(continuing from [yesterday])

@firematthew said:

Is the kirb escaping?

the avocado pit seems to have been knocked flying by the new one’s sudden movement.

@krestyy said:

the kirb is rolling away,,

huh. he sure is.

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[amberambles]

Details are what make a story. _Reservoir Dogs.