Im Dead

no monster this ep, but something even scarier, learning how to fucking drive.

Poem for Sekhmet

Nourish my soul, nourish the rage, nourish the heartbeat inside of its cage: Bringer of Heat, Lady of Flame, Mother, I've hidden within me a shame. Choked down my anger, cut down my claws, Ignoring a longing that burns my lungs raw, Help me see red, help me see rage Help me break open and out of this cage. Carnelian carnivore, Lady of Light, Instruct me in carnage. Teach me to fight. Let me make true all the thoughts in my mind, in ways that are safe, and help others be kind. Help me make action of heat in my chest, Lady of Power, Dua Sekhmet!

Because I could not stop for Death – He kindly stopped for me – The Carriage held but just Ourselves – And Immortality.

DICKINSON | 1.01

so gemma was orpheus all along. when she looked back, called mark’s name, and asked him to come home.. innie mark realized he had no feelings for this woman. if she had stayed facing forward maybe the allegiance to his outie would have won out. but gemma turning around made him hesitate long enough for helly to appear. and when she called his name.. it was game over. eurydice embraced the underworld with open arms.

Nobody:

Me: OH MY GOD YAYYYYYYYY IT’S NOBODYYYYY!!

Art by Essi Välimäki

February. Cool sheets and warm limbs. Champagne truffles. Lace bras. Long afternoons in the library and evening dance courses. A full agenda. White chocolate. A trace of perfume on a cashmere scarf. Love letters by Woolf and Nabokov. Lipstick kisses on teacups. Evening walks in rosy-cool dusk. Tender sensuality.

Fire of Love (Sara Dosa, 2022)      

this cannot continue *continues*