I love being a swamp demon again! 🖤💚
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I love being a swamp demon again! 🖤💚
I, too, overflow; my desires have invented new desires, my body knows unheard-of songs. Time and again I, too, have felt so full of luminous torrents that I could burst-burst with forms much more beautiful than those which are put up in frames and sold for a fortune. And I, too, said nothing, showed nothing; I didn't open my mouth, I didn't repaint my half of the world. I was ashamed. I was afraid, and I swallowed my shame and my fear. I said to myself: You are mad! What's the meaning of these waves, these floods, these outbursts? Where is the ebullient infinite woman who...hasn't been ashamed of her strength? Who, surprised and horrified by the fantastic tumult of her drives (for she was made to believe that a well-adjusted normal woman has a ...divine composure), hasn't accused herself of being a monster? Who, feeling a funny desire stirring inside her (to sing, to write, to dare to speak, in short, to bring out something new), hasn't thought that she was sick? Well, her shameful sickness is that she resists death, that she makes trouble... You only have to look at the Medusa straight on to see her. And she's not deadly. She's beautiful and she's laughing -Helene Cixous, The Laugh of the Medusa
Medusa and her Cat by Jasmine Beckett Griffith
It’s Shona (entropyangels) !!! Tumblr deleted my blog so I’m desperately trying to find all my mutuals and old original posts on here. If you can, please reblog this so people still know I’m here 🖤🖤🖤
I want you to taste and smell me, want to be palpable, to get under your skin, to be an itch in your brain and in your guts that you can’t scratch out and that you can’t allay, that will corrupt and destroy you and drive you mad.
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So happy to be spending Christmas with my angel twin @lookingglasssoul the light to my chaotic new moon darkness. I love her so much and I feel this new year will be a chance for redemption and resurrection.
I feel like a putrid piece of fruit, so sweet I taste like sour decay. 🍄🔪
Rave
I push through the egoic angst, the dizzy death dance of mirror selves and juggling pills until I cease to feel afraid.
I cry until I am nothing
I don’t exist except for when I let the illness burn & boil
My body parts are fever nightmare. Dream wrapped in nightmare wrapped inside a dream within a nightmare fever, dream ,
Fever let me burn!
My infantile phantasy is a closed enclave and I feel music electrocute my undeveloped imagination
I crawl into a subterranean phantasm
Now I see
My experience is my psyche, my psyche is my experience
In this
Light of pulverised raspberries
Inside abandoned dream house
Rubble , decay take over me ,
Leave dirty kisses on my skin
Blow nitrous oxide in my mouth and never stop the spin.
Look into a strangers eyes ,
disguise is ripe and lust is overpowering
Along with Wrath
It’s sour candy taste on your tongue
I am sick and I need to bloom in this dark soil.
Persephone of the underground,
Can I just make it through the year?