#ethereal decay

[customtrauma]

[lamb-and-lament]

Autopsy of a Dying Girl

What we carry is what we eventually must leave behind. Breadcrumbs of thought and feeling and routine. I was here. I was here!

Each artifact, a tomb. Each day, a new death.

These are the steps I took. I may walk them again— but I can never go back.

A Closer Look

[praecipitata]

#PRAECIPITATA  independent . private . highly selective . ORIGINAL CHARACTER affiliated with bandom lore.

𖤐 𝗔 𝗗𝗘𝗘𝗣 𝗗𝗜𝗩𝗘 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗢 :: performance as penance, gothic femininity, resurrection through sound, bloodstained stagecraft, trauma turned aria, lace veils over loaded guns, divinity in decay, opera as exorcism, grief that glamours, cathedral rot, relics of ruined muses, the holiness of heartbreak, lipstick-stained scripture, and the silence between two screams. 𖤐

possessed by melinoë . 21+ . est jul. 24, 2025 . MINORS DNI.

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light a candle before entering. she already has.

[greeneyes-secretblog]

I’ve been indulging in myself.

The way my body looks in the mirror, when I undress. The soft creases of my fat.

I’ll even close my eyes and be intoxicated by the way my fragrance smells on my skin.

Pretending it’s my first time smelling it on a stranger’s skin, then appreciating the fact that it’s my own.

[netarchivist]

Took these pics

[lamb-and-lament]

INFINITELY

I cannot hold you forever. 

I want to. Gods, I fucking want to. 

I want to watch the sun rise and fall in the wide, expansive sky until it swallows us whole, and even then I want to hold you as we drift through an empty universe. 

But I’m not allowed to keep you. 

I get you as long as I draw breath, not a moment longer. And my lungs have an expiration date coming far too soon. 

When I’m worm food, mushroom fertilizer, the soil bed upon which they will grow cotton in the blistering fields, I will have loved you for but an achingly brief moment. 

My love burns for you. It burned for you yesterday, it will burn for you tomorrow. 

And when the day comes that the bonfire I lit in your name is nothing but ash, it will have been worth it. For it burned all the brighter because I don’t get to burn forever. 

The soil will forget us, as will the sun, but somewhere on the wind we will be remembered. 

In the cicadas’ song, in the gentle current of the bayou, there will be the ghosts of us. 

We are not infinite, but I will love you infinitely, until my very last breath. 

When my lungs dry up, and my heart stands still, I may forget how to love you, but I’ll remember that I did. 

I did, I did, I did. 

I loved you, and that is worth dying for. 

[lamb-and-lament]

[lamb-and-lament]

SAVAGE SUMMER FEAST

[The Video Companion, by: Sacrificial Deer]

A video poem for those who rot beautifully. For the girl who bites too hard. For the one who begs to be devoured. For summer’s overripe bruises and sweetness past its prime.

𓆩 heat. rot. softness. ruin. 𓆪

🎙️ Written, voiced, and edited by me, Sacrificial Deer.

🍒 Video includes original footage + curated film/stock clips.

♱ Sound on. Fullscreen encouraged.