She’s the moon’s breath. Surrender to the pull of her tides.

Meet me at 35.0270° N, 135.7982° E if you’re in the business of getting lost. Only accepting serious participants.

adorned in alchemy
she casts spells on him,
tying her soul to his and
manifesting his lips against
her lily throat, her carotid artery
pulsing in time with his heartbeats

The catharsis in letting out a resounding ‘fuck.’”

Nothing is perfect, but your imperfections are quaint.

What is in the air today that I have had Paramore’s Riot! album stuck in my head?

Truth. Thank you for reminding me I need to renew my library card this weekend.

Her chest full of
ravens and doves,
the alchemy of
lust and love,
the original drug.

thick incense smoke pooling around the altar, sharp thorns and lighting black candles in the dark.

manuscript of bram stoker's dracula playscript (1897).

― e.m. forster, howards end

No, Bluesky, why are you invalidating my handle? Disrespectful.

Helpful Tips from Helena:

Make like an axolotl by acquiring regenerative abilities and resorting to cannibalism when you’re hungry.

― virginia woolf

Growling into the ether like any girl would do on a Wednesday evening.

I was born without a skin. I dreamed once that I stood naked in a garden and that it was carefully and neatly peeled, like a fruit. Not an inch of skin left on my body. It was all gently pulled off, all of it, and then I was told to walk, to live, to run.

Philippe Sainte-Laudy (France) “The beauty of nature is all around us, but there are brief moments when a combination of elements present themselves in a truly spectacular way.
Anybody who is fortunate enough to witnesses one of these events will look back fondly upon the memory.”

The Blue Window

Birds may be the direct evolutionary result of dinosaurs, but butterflies can “taste” plants using their feet (tarsi). I think that’s pretty neat.