#and rage

[sewerreptile]

I am, at pretty much any point in time, thinking about Orion.

[glasswaters]

Your love would name me bitch for the sound of my voice. Villain for the thumping of my heart. Soured and spoilt, the fat sits rancid atop the moulding cream and you-

love him?

love that?

I plucked from the guts of a beast a sweet thing, wide eyed, naïve. Gorgeous. Willing, and meek. Bowing before this bitch.

I sent you a gift, a soft, cushioned boy, his heart stitched into his sleeves. Not a callous on those fingers. Not a snag in that voice.

Just sweetness.

I should have known that sugar rots. Softness gives way to fouling, swollen with the eggs of some ravenous thing, making of the ripest of plums a vessel-

Eating it whole, from the pit to the skin.

You would take it, squirming and fat with puss, and set your lips upon it? You would give tongue and heart and life to that dripping maw?

Never speak again. Never rage again. Never rule, certainly.

How long, you silly thing, until he sees your mother in you? You've my rage, darling. You've my airs.

One day, he will no longer think you beautiful. That bosom will grow cold. He might not yet hear the shriek in your voice, or see the stomping of your feet for what it is, but he will. He will take you, and he will worry at your hems until you unravel.

Oh, sweet girl of crumbling thread and lace, how long until your sweetness, too, will rot? Until you rave and rage against these bars you are letting him stake all around you?

How long, my daughter, until your love names you bitch for the running of your mouth? Villain, for the snarling of your teeth? How long until he steals from you again?

Your father did, after all, and he was so, so sweet when first he took me.

Don't be stupid now, and kill Sarastro.

[mars2moons]

@moon-storm

The child

[flishnyet]

Pharmacy had rubber ducks, but they were all themed with hats and dumbass outfits. I found a plain white one, but it seems silly to paint it when I can keep looking

[buginthebasement]

"You can lead a horse to water but you can't make it drink"

Well the horse gets overstimulated

The horse can't drink the water cause it has sensory issues

The horse would rather drown probably

The horse wishes it could drink the water it is really thirsty but the horses brain is telling it that the water is poison and will kill it instantly

The horse is autistic

The horse hopes you will be nice to it

The horse is just a lil guy

[hermajestythesun]

dare i say that “hey jude” is paul offering advice to julian that paul wishes john himself was willing to hear, however john got too caught up on the idea of the girl in the song being yoko rather than a metaphor for having an open and loving heart and thus pushed john even further away from paul

[ittakestwopod]

Convinced this is not a real person