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[hexhux]

You fear Medusa But not the men who resemble her rapist We have predators running rampant in the streets Yet you fear a testifying woman You turn women into monsters From roaring out in agony The real monsters do not have fangs and serpents upon their head They are your friends The men you defend The hunters of the women you’ve condemned.

T.M. // I’d rather be turned into stone than ever be like you

[adorablehoshi]

Pretty sunflower Woozi

[aiiaiiiyo]

Me and my best friend. 1986. (I'm the one on the left). Check this blog!

[amusteredmind]

[hexhux]

Rainy suburbia,  Pictures of you on my Polaroid camera,  Scratchy with the date at the bottom,  We look for spirits in abandoned houses,  Trespassing in memories that don't belong to us,  We kiss in the shade of my childhood,  Where my heart trips over itself,  Only for you,  The boy with tangled hair,  Chipped teeth,  Your old hoodie worn every day, even in the summertime,  Your hands are so cold against my flushed skin,  We walk through dead, ginger grass,  Staring up at barren trees,  Gray skies,  We are both addicts,  You are addicted to the drugs,  And I am addicted to you.

Tate Marshall // photographs before disaster 

[hexhux]

Strawberry chapstick smeared onto chewed lips, I am filled to the brim with this horrific hatred, I have never been so out of love with this world, They have thrown a match into my body of gasoline, And everyone is too busy telling me how to put myself out, Instead of turning on the water, That’s alright, When my bones become ash and smoke, And I am nothing but remnants of someone you knew, You can tell them you were there with buckets of water, That you did everything to help, And they will nod along, But I will know that your hands were dry as I burned.

Tate Saccharine // fire sparks so easily during a drought

[hexhux]

Some people think love is something that can leave you, But I have always known it to follow me around like a stray looking for a home, One that I bathe and feed and bring to bed with me, Love never leaves you, There will always be an aftertaste, Even if you hate it with your entire soul, And I for one am glad to touch something so similar to glue, Because I finally want something to stick to me, I finally want to be remembered, And when we kiss, I know that I’m planting myself in his memory like seeds, Ones that will grow and grow until they wilt and bloom again next fall, Tell me we’ll last forever, Only because I’ll love him long after he is gone.

T.S. // do you know how that feels? to know you’ll never forget?

[andynor29]

Pétalos como llamaradas de fuego... 🍂