#help hahaha

[spykisser]

🌌|| what.. what is this

art block finally got me💀😭

[beginnerblueglass]

Gnostic gospels are fun to read I’m having a great time and don’t at all wish that someone would take this laptop away from me so that I don’t ever have to read about celestial sex and the androgynous pre-existent Son/Daughter/Wife of God ever again. How would you formulate a five-unity in the Godhead? Pentity?

[indestinatus]

incorrect shadow and bone quotes #1

[lisqueen]

Rio Vidal: What happened, little Swan? Last time when I've passed by to collect one of your ex boyfriends soul you told me that you were gattering up the courage to ask Regina out.

Emma Swan: I know... Ju-just so many things happened.

Rio: Did you take my advises? Have you punched her in the face? Hold her tight with a dagger on her neck?

Emma: YES! But nothing changed. I could feel all her glances, but this was all about it.

Rio: I see. Maybe you should balance some things. Give her some flowers. MANY flowers. One with meaning everyday.

Emma: Yeah, couldn't hurt. Right?

[strayfriend]

Trying to queue up songs to listen to on the way to and from work but I need like 20 minutes of gentle fluttery pale blue music for when I'm new to consciousness and shivering and eyes watering from the cold and the watery light and I'm made of paper and bone and hurrying against my will

Followed by 20 minutes of LOUD resonating vibrant deep violet music with layers that envelop me and fill the darkness for the ride home when the post-work high is vibrating out of my fingertips. So this is really hard lol.

[legendaryoikawa]

i kinda wanna bleach my hair like the one on the left and my current hair is on the right

What u guys think????

[octoshot]

granted i recognize some of you mutuals who haven’t changed urls but other than that some of you i have no idea who yall are anymore bc of ur layouts 😭😭

[stillwaterwitch]

Storms pt. II

The storms you bore

were violent pickpockets

emptiers and tearers of wounds

and though I waited in the waters with you

I offered no hand to pull you from the waves

I blew no glass floats

to capture the streaming trust

pouring from you like all the blood from your body

I watched this and I feared to become

your raised stone above the reckless ocean

if I had broken all that you had

like the surf murmured I would

while the wind whispered

that I was not even a stone

only storm shadows

cast lightly to fool you

But then, we know

stones are not washed away

when storms have passed

and sorrow can’t be healed

without songs to be sung

but you have to find the words first

And I did not expect these fresh currents

to fall on new sea legs so roughly

and I’m sorry for the surprise

of a tidal surge

and still I'm sorry for many things

because even poetry like this

can't really say what I want it to

But, too, you must know 

I long for your presence

terribly

and I think maybe

I found some part of you

drifting beneath the waves

-Chantel Camille 

(August 15th, 2020)