#mother dearest

[constantstateofyearning]

Me to all my friends

[agoraphcbja]

crazy thought : modern high school ever after high au where there’s no destiny and they’re all just normal high school students BUT ravens mum is a serial killer so that’s why everyone hates her

[bellezarts]

The starry eyed daughter with a mother ready to join the rest of the stars in the sky💫💗

<3

[teathymme]

Mother dearest - further inspirations from Asta Nielsen’s Hamlet

Partially colored version and reference below the break

Reference still from the movie

[hydenwinchester]

"Hey,do you wanna see the west with me?"

@tankhall happy 4 years to the best album ever created "Preacher's daughter"

[ravelsquadespresso]

Still Wild Life // Reading

For @owlcatober day 14 / 16, Wildlife and Reading. And Mysticism?

"Young Cassia Orsellio reads of Tisiphone the Fury. "

@thelesbianoffrontiers @chronurgy @shock-centurion @primarchslut I wonder if you'd enjoy this food :)

[starlithotline]

I WANT TO FEMMEMAX SO BAD BUT MY MOM KEEPS ON SHAMING ME

Over some styled hair and makeup you think being a stripper is in the cards for me

[khloekunst]

Shards of Sweet

Mama gave her an almond cookie. Only one. Break it into quarters and savor it, she instructed. She thought she was blessing her baby girl with the wisdom of delayed gratification, but she had just passed on the curse of half moons. 苦心經營, 終難修得圓滿。

That other life was haunted by the ghosts of 文字獄 and 因言獲罪, beat into line with 家醜不可外揚 and 惡人先告狀. No one told her to write her way out. But she wasn't one to wait for permission.

So she writes voraciously 'cause how else can she make them stay / nothing belongs to her otherwise. They want connection — what she shares with the snowstorm, the only time when the elements actually align with her interior — 但她只想要一點點愛. Still, no one beats her at unearthing crystal sugar from heaps of glass, diluting kindness with water to last her another three years. That's a long time to be in love with a human, but a mere blink in the life of a tree. Much more sensible to stick to her birch and royal poinciana. But one must come out from the woods sometimes. So on those nights, she sheds bitter tears over the senseless corpses of her slender sylphs, made into lackluster pages to host her lukewarm words, and dip into her heart's blood. 關係是假, 那些溫言軟語也是假. 只有筆下涓涓流淌的一顰一笑是真, so she notarizes it all on paper. Her only ticket to eternity.

Forgive me, Mother, for I have sinned. She thinks to herself as she pours the remnants of the cookie jar down her throat, warm fuzzies flooding her senses as she chokes from all the cloying crumbs.