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ghost-of-libitina · 10 hours
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From Sierra DeMulder's book, Ephemera
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ghost-of-libitina · 13 days
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“There is no law that gods must be fair”
- Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles
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ghost-of-libitina · 27 days
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being a poet is so embarrassing. here's another poem about how my dad sucks. yeah im gonna write 200 more of them
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ghost-of-libitina · 2 months
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Maybe it’s just my fever brain making me weepy, but I’m so happy to be sick and to have a husband and friends who want to take care of me and to have the means to buy name brand medication. I’m crying because I feel so loved and safe. I take these things for granted all too often for someone who grew up without them. I forget how lucky I am because I am in awe of the moment.
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ghost-of-libitina · 3 months
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I was born from two black holes
Destined to consume each other
I am caught in the middle
Worried over tobacco stained teeth
When addiction was written in the stars for me
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ghost-of-libitina · 4 months
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One of my favorite artists once said that he believed death to be a unique experience to the individual. Death comes for us all in different forms. Death greets us each differently.
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ghost-of-libitina · 4 months
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ghost-of-libitina · 4 months
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I’ve sat in front of the window at work all day.
It is the perfect day to be sad.
And so I let myself.
There are clouds in the sky, obscuring the sun.
It is cold, with a light dusting of snow.
There are no customers to see me cry.
And so I let myself,
But I am so gentle.
I say my affirmations and call my friends.
I remind myself I am loved and good.
I drink water and take my medicines.
I feel better.
And so I let myself.
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ghost-of-libitina · 5 months
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I pulled a gray hair today and cried.
When I went to the mirror to clean my face,
I noticed laugh lines.
I cried again.
I say the words “tomorrow” and “next year” with such certainty.
I am a different person than I was a decade ago.
I am so happy to see myself growing old.
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ghost-of-libitina · 5 months
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I read a story once about these two guys. They had stayed up all night on acid and went to the roof to watch the sun come up. It was euphoric for them. To see and be all of New York City. To intimately know the sunrise of September ninth, 2001. I realized, after a tragedy of words, that all negative human experiences are felt in innumerable ways. I had only experienced 24,696 hours leading up to that day. I hadn’t learned to name the colors that they saw come from those towers. I hadn’t learned the emotions that came from witnessing terrorism. I don’t think anyone had. That sunrise, permanently etched into our histories, means something different to each person who knows. Even the sun herself.
One day, I fear all the grief the sun has witnessed will consume her entirely.
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ghost-of-libitina · 5 months
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A dreamer with insomnia
Morpheus hates me
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ghost-of-libitina · 5 months
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—female rage
? // medusa by caravaggio // gregory radionov // artemisia gentileschi // monstrous flesh: on women’s bodies in horror by rebecca harknis-cross // carrie (1976) // corruption by camille norton // midsommar (2019) // helen of troy does countertop dancing by margaret atwood // medusa in her throne by reza sedhi
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ghost-of-libitina · 6 months
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Some photos from The Louisville Palace while patiently waiting for In This Moment
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ghost-of-libitina · 6 months
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What I tolerated before, I will never allow again. The years have changed me. Maybe this is why they call them growing pains.
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ghost-of-libitina · 6 months
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My father is in the kitchen cooking dinner. Pots are banging, and the peas are overflowing. I ask him for the fifth time when dinner will be ready. ‘When it is in front of you’ he says.
Now the kitchen is empty and I am alone at the dinner table. Grief is the only thing in front of me. I am not ready. I wish you had of asked me if I was ready.
I am alone at this table and I am not ready. Patience was not his virtue but grief is setting the table and I am not ready to say goodbye. I wish you had waited till I was ready.
And in a whisper, I hear my father say ‘but here it is, in front of you. Grief does not wait for dinner to be served before it takes a seat at the table.’
— Hannah Green, ‘Knocking On Heavens Door.’
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ghost-of-libitina · 6 months
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Here’s a little me inspired mood board.
Favorite:
Movie- The Perks of Being a Wallflower
Hobby- Reading and writing
Animal- Bats
Character- Bella Swan (Don’t you dare fucking come for me, I’ll eat your liver whole)
Color- Black
Place- Bed
Season- Stormy spring
Album- I Brought You My Bullets You Brought Me Your Love by My Chemical Romance
Food- Taco Bell
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ghost-of-libitina · 6 months
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Adonis brought
Her wrath upon us
By eyeing her instead
Of Aphrodite 
But what’s a jealous lover
To beauty like none other
Especially when she’s eyeing me
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