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Samael: 00
He woke up to the heat inside his room. The afternoon sun had snuck in through the slats of his wooden windows. The noise of barking dogs were of no consequence to him, just merely a fact that he existed, not that he was alive. He needed to feel alive. The deepness of sleep rendered his body almost dead. His head had woken before his body did so and he waited for his limbs to react to the…
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The silent vengeance of Sybil Vane
The silent vengeance of Sybil Vane
What would be the perfect irony to love? Perhaps that her lover scorned her in his narcissism – in his vanity. The pure beauty of his face as he rejected her, swimming in all that ugly selfishness. The tiny tick by the corner of his right eye twitching in anger, in his rage; made him even more desire-able because she understood that he was pushing her away. Or maybe perhaps that she killed…
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The Melancholic (snippet)
“You smell like oranges.”
“Really?” I turned around in delight after hearing the low sound. It was like the purring of feral cat.
His eyes met mine.
Dark, periorbital circles lined the patches of skin under his eyes. Thick brows met slightly in the middle – giving a picture of intensity. It defined even more the confusion on his face.
“I don’t like oranges.” He added, tilting his face to study…
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Elliot
I am in love with nostalgia.
If it were a real person – I would name him Elliot. And if I could talk about nostalgia for a whole nine months – would I be allowed to give birth to him into reality?
I wonder.
What would he be like? My Elliot. Born from love – or the selfish need for it. And would I push him away when I had had enough of him? Even though he was borne from me. Would I reject him when…
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I am Milk
I am Milk. I am red hot kitchen.
I am lost so I am cruel.
But I’d be love and sweetness
If I had you.
I’m waiting-I’m waiting for you.
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Alone in this room – I’m not supposed to be noisy because I could wake the baby. It’s been – what – five years now since I saw you. But still why do I bother to reminis. Ah, of course. Now I remember. Your absence fed the pain that fueled my creativity.…
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A different kind of Emptiness
No more fear now. Or anxiety for it. I just remember thinking yesterday how sad it is that so much of that pain had gone. That well loved pain. The one I fostered so fondly because it was the only real thing he left for me. But then it was gone. After more than 3 years, it had finally gone. Maybe that's why I feel empty. The pain filled me up like nothing ever could. Not love, not happiness, not purpose. The pain was more alive than any of those. And now it was gone.
I don’t know what happened with my life at some point. I think I had some sort of an accident that made all of my senses get into some sort of coma. Somehow, when you walked in my life with the same lever of spontaneity as that accident, you woke all my senses up, …
No, it wasn't really love. It was fate.
First week of being unemployed. It is both refreshing and awkward. Being in that school, under that sort of management was exhausting. I surmise that I stuck to that environment because I had lost my bearings when the “crisis” occured; much like how an orphaned child would bear cruelty at the hands of adoptive parents but realized eventually that she had enough. But to be fair enough I stuck around too because I was surrounded by great colleagues. Bright, brave and dedicated people who put others before themselves. I enjoyed my growth with them. And I am grateful for the respite that they offered me after my whole world fell apart. Now that I am at the brink of a whole new chapter, it is with nothing but gratitude and deep affection I salute such amazing people.
A beautiful accident. (at Celebrity Sports Club)
stop missing someone who doesn’t give a fuck about you
Mental note.
#ThingsIHaventToldYou:
“We don’t speak anymore, but I hope you’re doing well.” —Anonymous
artwork by Federico Infante
“Once you lose someone, it is never exactly the same person who comes back.” —Sharon Olds, Satan Says
paintings by David Ayala
Dear women,
You don’t need one day to make you feel special. You are special every single day. However, this is just a gentle reminder of how strong you are.
You are so goddamn powerful. Please, for Heaven’s sake, stop looking to be saved, but start LOVING YOURSELF. Stop comparing yourself to other women, but encourage one another. Don’t be envious of what you lack, instead remember your strengths and work on your weaknesses.
I believe that you learn from everyone that walks into your life. However, one should grow in relationships and if it’s draining you of your energy, you need to walk away. And walking away doesn’t mean you’re weak, it shows that you have courage to love yourself more.
Don’t chase men or women like they are cures. Breathe. Nothing can fill the emptiness you keep trying to fill with material things, sex, food, drugs, work or alcohol; they are just numbing devices. Only you can truly do that. Stop running away from yourself. Rejection, ah, rejection, the deadliest of all pains! At some point you may feel this (I pray you won’t), but realize that even if you do, it’s okay! But don’t lose hope. Not in love, not in your work, not in your passion and never in yourself. Just get back up and keep moving forward.
You are radiant in your own way, if someone tells you to be more ‘lady like’ (most people tell me to do that), you can tell them to shove it (with a smile). If someone tells you oh ‘you’re too feminine’, you can tell them to shove it, as well. Just BE YOU. You cannot be ‘less of a woman’ or ‘too girly’. Yes, your energies can keep fluctuating, but in essence, you’re a woman. Feminity is you being comfortable in your own skin. Embrace yourself truly who you are without any masks. You’re a magnificent beast.
Either way, people will constantly tell you what you need to do, how you need to dress, how you need to act, how you need to talk or what your body should look like. In my honest opinion, don’t listen to them. Listen to your own inner voice. Rise up and step back into your awesome, innate power. You’re a goddess. Take time for your self. Read, write, listen to music, go for a run, be with nature. Nature always heals. I guess that’s why we call it ‘mother’ earth because the feminine energy is that powerful to give and heal. So take out time for you and give yourself the love you need.
Dance in your wildness, create magic with your love, be engulfed in your passion and do what makes you happy. You’re divine life itself.
From an Indian woman trying to figure her self out.
— Natasha Noel
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“Daytime sleep is like the sin of the flesh; the more you have the more you want, and yet you feel unhappy, sated and unsated at the same time.” ― Umberto Eco, The Name of the Rose
Like a love, forbidden yet unbridled that took form in the haven of shadows and corners. Something that will eventually perish - becuase it is too beautiful to leave alive.
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David Bowie from Labyrinth as Jareth the goblin king
So many nerve endings… 💥⚡️🔥
