Werner Bischof
People walk down a street.
Cuzco, Peru. 1954
via Magnum Photos
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Werner Bischof
People walk down a street.
Cuzco, Peru. 1954
via Magnum Photos
XIII
Death
Shadow lover, lead me into light~
Close ups vv
The Underworld is where I belong—but I’ve walked the Surface too. I know your face. Remember that feeling of someone watching you from mirrors? The shadow in the corner of your vision when you’re alone at night? The gaze of a stranger that lingers a second too long?
It was me.
And I had to witness all your cheap pretence. The way you play strong, then crumble—after the third glass of wine, in the shower where no one sees, under the weight of all that nothing you call a life. The way you cringe saying no, as if waiting to be hit. You can’t even stick to your diet without turning it into torture. Weak. Insecure. Dragging yourself through gray days. And your love life? No matter how many beds you crawl into or toys you stuff yourself with, it's never enough. All these men—nice guys or jerks—are missing something, and you feel it, don't you? At the end of the day, they are just as mere mortals as you are, so imperfect.
Oh, but maybe if you had more of them, it would finally satisfy you? I love the way you look in your fantasies—gang raped, used by every passing man, filled to the brim with cum. But you're mistaking hunger for purpose, sweet thing. You don’t need more—you need less. Less choice. Less control.
You crave someone who would take charge without begging your permission. Someone with an iron will, you spineless creature. The drive you lack. Making decisions for yourself is so painful, isn't it? You'd lick the boots of any man who promised to spare you that.
Luckily for you, I don't mind this kind of worship. So when the lights gutter out—when you hear footsteps in your empty apartment—don’t bother pretending you don’t know why I’m here. Just spread your legs. You yearn for a firm hand—I have plenty of that firmness for you, and you’re going to endure it all.
I have a crippling addiction.
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To love you is dark, a flickering flame in a darkened room, warm and safe. Heavily do the shadows hang, hugging me in a phantom embrace. A comfort only know to those who love a shadow, a comfort only known to me.
Be wary the shadow demon’s honeyed words. Beware their sweet murmurings. Don’t listen to their whispered promises. Never accept their kiss. Lest they pull you into the shadows too...
Just Something quick I sketched and colored while playing my Dnd session tonight. What do you think their story is?
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白天不懂夜的黑, 枝葉卻解烏雲魅。
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我見枯枝落, 創意冒心頭。😂
難呀!Chu Chu Chu Lan, 別再撿枯枝回工作室了。lol 處處都是美,只要駐足欣賞便好。愈老愈明白,美好的事任誰都留不住,特別是時光。
🌞Good morning💋 Lan~*