@godpersona is where these boys are at

Yeah i am moving this blog. I will definitely refollow everyone ive interacted with in some way and a few others i really wanna interact with. Sorry but i am hating this blog as is.

Yeah i am moving this blog. I will definitely refollow everyone ive interacted with in some way and a few others i really wanna interact with. Sorry but i am hating this blog as is.

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you are holding your breath in clenched teeth , fist tearing and  mouth locked on broken bones. . barely six and your mother has  sold you for a rendezvous with death. and in you go into a husk whipped open and drawing the face of god fooled women.  your  into yourself on the edge of wanting to die as  you are forgetting your father’s face.   and  - lineage means nothing when they come again to try and nick  your chest of your heart , but the muscle grows back and each time it grows tighter and so they have to pry it apart with such force you think the world is going to end .  

but it keeps waking you  up instead and you’re shaking and feeling inside out until something lets loose a run - away .   you don’t know what happens but your no  longer in the chest in the closet , bleeding and reforming unnoticed as screams were stifled by cloth and tied hands. you are free for a time -  in something that seems like you from the clear blue skies and the summer nights unfazed.  you are watched and held by dreams you had written to your mother about before the strange things happened to her .  when she would still hold you and call you her jaan .  

you are barely six but you are brave and you go out to search this place for someone else.    it is better than being in the box kept to be taken from to serve something you do not understand.  and so you walk along the shores and that is when you see him for the first time. he is grand ,   not in height but in the ways that actually matter. the ways in which safety holds and the way the sun seems to set a halo .  and you go to him and he sits you between himself and a never ending bow .   it seems strange to you that someone so right for you would be found but its been three years of you being opened and starved to feed something you don’t understand that when he kisses your hand you know this is exactly were you belong.

THIS IS THE START OF THE STORY ,    PICK A TO SEE THE END OF YOURSELF  / PICK B TO FORGO YOUR FREE WILL BUT LIVE . 

Chokher Bali (2003)

Boushi no Ue no Oka by Tsukiji Nao

Fena: Pirate Princess → Kei

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Noé Archiviste ☆ episode 6

life is a dancer. - expressive movements with turns of kathak and ballet, amongst others it uses his whole body in deliberate storytelling and it starts to pull him down to his skeleton and it is both poison to some and healing for others . it demands and catches and leaves a world in its wake.

1. Virginia Woolf, The Waves 2. Wendy Xu, ‘Retrospective’ 3. Angela Carter, ‘The Bloody Chamber’ 4. Hannibal 3.5, ‘Contorno’ (2015) dir. Guillermo Navarro  5. Richard Siken, ‘Birds Hover the Trampled Field’  6. Une Femme Mariée (1964) dir. Jean-Luc Godard 7. Hélène Cixous, The Perjured City

i think i am gonna do something in which life takes his true name .  and he uses it as a weapon  to dive into the connection his family has with the creator god and seek him out to take his place.  like he has no clue  that before he ate his other world it was corrupted by a version of the creator god and  that he knows what life is planning and is gonna make him a bride when he can pull enough strings inside of him and get him to his weakest place mentally.  but yeah life thinks he is gonna have the upper hand but it’s gonna drag him down way fast. 

.01 i was thinking what if life was the apocalypse that lost its name ?

I’m your carnal flower, I’m your bloody rose

Pick my petals off and make my heart explode

I’m your deadly nightshade, I’m your cherry tree

You’re my one true love, I’m your destiny