Morbid, but in a sense that one can find beauty in death?
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Morbid, but in a sense that one can find beauty in death?
I've opened poetry commissions!
Commission available on Ko-fi.com
Poetry is such an oxymoron. A need for being unintentionally intentional.
I understand now why the beetles turn their body towards math. Counting their step into the dirt. Calculations, after all, embrace the facts of the world as if it was constant.
But I wonder, in their short span of life, did they ever look up? Did they see the stars in the sky and think... Maybe infinity is more than numbers. Maybe I'm more than just a bug.
Hand to fucking heart — !
queer love ain't for the weak
W. Willowedhepatica; beating
How many breaths;
fear of the river – w. willowedhepatica
you were right.
wet tongue against hardship by W. Willowedhepatica
there are places you haven't been where you already belong