#archistratego

[belovedharlot]

soft in all the right places / bear witness as i decay

image: "Is This Living? (2020)" by meka tome

words/text: mine

[1-tiger-every-day]

I'm so sad I only discovered this blog so late in the year of the tiger!! nooo

Oh no!! Personally, I'm v happy that you'll be here for the next month and a bit to see me to the finish line! And you can always go through the tag and look at the older tigers, I don't mind at all when people like multiple posts at once, far from it :)

Today's tiger is dedicated to u and anyone else just joining <3 sorry for the quality (or lack thereof) I left my iPad at the office today so did this guy on my phone

[luthienne]

Hello, I love you and your blog is always a delight to have on my dash, I hope your day is great!

thank you so much for this 🥺 i hope yours is too!!! 💗💞💖

[macbcth]

— Hamlet, act 2, sc. 2

[mermaeids]

wine-dark body // jules

I loved you so much that when the sun god picked up my heart, I politely asked him to put it down.

This morning I dreamt of him bleeding. I held his wine-dark body and he was like Romeo with teeth, the broken glow of a fallen star—asking why I never let him touch me. My body was never mine to give or I would have. I would have. Wine-dark body deflated, left nothing.

Woke in an empty bed bereft and uncherished. Place me in your palm, fold your fingers over me, and crush. I am you in all ways that should matter, you inverted, denied a body. Crush. Watch me flutter like a dying moth and think of all the myths of women folding themselves over swords. They were never alive. You made them up. Crush. Kill me, and learn that I am real.

[miyakuli]

ahhh! happy birthday!! i hope it was as lovely as you!

Awww that's sweet of you ❤ thank you very much!!!

[lovefulls]

you made crusty bread rolls... by gary johnson

[inkstained]

dont hold a knife to my throat if you don’t intend to kill me. 

that was what i meant to say, that day, when you told me about your family & your fears & your dreams about the future & you pressed the wrong side of the blade against my neck.

blood on the grass, blood on your cheek. i won’t tell you that you’re pretty. i know the song that you’re singing. i’ll hurt you back, i know it. 

blood on the grass, blood on your teeth. you’ll tear at my heart but you won’t swallow it. im sick of the song that youre singing. i’ll hurt you back, goddamnit.

i keep chasing the crows away but they keep coming back. i’m a twitching body, still, but not quite a dead one yet. (i told you not to hold a knife to my throat if you don’t intend to kill me.) someone’s pressing their hand to my leaking faucet of a neck and im gurgling blood like a baby, im gurgling your name like a fool. i wont leave you my bones to come back to.

- (j)