#babr

[swan2swan]

[grrrenadine]

my entry in @paranormalcyzine by @vinegarzines

The Irkutsk Babr, drawn in an imitation of lubok.

[manofnooutcome]

Oracle/Sage Ardyn Izunia blessing and coronating the Lucis King Somnus Lucis Caelum

[wolfkat]

And now i want a tattoo of the quote, "That perfect girl is gone, here I stand in the light of day"

Honestly, it fits me so well. I was literally the perfect little girl growing up, besides the tomboy thing and being shy, maybe some other stuff, but, like... I pretty much always did exactly as mg parents asked. I wasn't bad. It only took a spanking or two to get me to fall in line and only do bad behavior when my parents couldn't see. And then they could tell me pretty much anything and I'd obediently chop to it, until i was in my middle teens. Pretty sure that was when i started to realize the world wasn't just what they were feeding me.

And now, that perfect girl is gone. I don't do whatever they ask anymore. I keep changing my appearance in ways they don't agree with. I have 4 tattoos now. I have a facial piercing. I'm dating a guy with facial piercings and tattoos who smokes weed and drinks and looks like a total badass punk, but is also a huge softie that I love so much, but my parents would prefer i wasn't with him just cuz of the lip rings. They haven't said that, but i know it from the kind of judgemental people they are. And there's so much more about me that my parents do and/or would hate. There's so much less that they're saying and would ever say they're proud about when it comes to me. But that's okay, i guess. I don't need their praise. I don't need their admiration. After all, they would rather i fit neatly into their little perfect boxe of "sweet little Christian girl who marries young and has a bunch of kids".

[disconnectia]

in memories still,

she lays me down like we know how we do this-

but he took without asking, she knows, she knows,

she held me as I burned.

we spread a blanket out first, on the floor of her mother's empty house,

she laid me down like we know how to do this;

teaching her to spell so we can eat strawberries in the dark- the only thing her mother bought

oh, show heaven to me,

the clouds rushing over the fields; stealing fruit barefoot refusing to die; fourteen, fourteen, and hungry as can be;

she laid me down like we know how to do this;

under that plaster spinning to music we thought we'd last forever like this- hiding our names under loose floorboards in her mother's empty house; dreaming futures we could run away into unafraid; casting spells to bring us luck, to help guide the little ones, to make it all okay, to make it safe, to make it warm, to make it, to make it

she laid me down like we knew how to do it

oh sweetheart, oh heartbreak

we knew nothing

nothing

nothing

[paulpingminho]

[diaryofabrokegirl]

[swan2swan]