mm i don’t know what to say about this. here it is.
“I had two longings and one was fighting the other. I wanted to be loved and I wanted to be always alone.”
— Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea
“If you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.”
Friedrich Nietzsche
they can break you. but not your promise.
sorry but which way are u transgender?
i tend to transgend slightly to the northeast
Tell me, we both matter, don’t we? 🔮
are u happy or sad or angry or what?
i'm definitely what
“My mother tells me that making boys fall in love is like feeding them honey. She says ‘start with a little’ A kiss. Fingers brushing together. She says eventually they start coming back for more. Hands sliding down spines, hips pressed together so tightly it feels like a collapsing building. 'They all become addicts my darling, wanting more and more till they’re drowning in it.’ She whispers. I think about this when I’m kissing you. When we’re tangled in the sheets. When you breath my name into my thighs. I pull you closer and swear I can taste the honey in our mouths.”
— “Home spun honey” C.S.
Ginny/Pansy/Luna: It wasn’t always perfect. Sometimes it was broken glass and leftover school prejudices. Often it was relearning to forgive and to use words that heal not hurt, it was growing pains and day old takeout. Very occasionally it was laughter and soft smiles, half drank wine bottles and sleeping curled on the couch. Occasionally it was better than perfect.
‘The first to emerge from Chaos was the proto-god Eros (Love). The primeval Eros was a mighty force, arguably the greatest of all, for without Eros the other beings who sprang from Chaos would have remained static and unchanging, eternal yet sterile. For Eros embodied not only love but also the entire reproductive principle. We would do well to remember, through the occasionally gruesome tales that follow, that the universe of myth was created through Love.’ - Philip Matyszak, The Greek and Roman Myths
get to know me [2/5] tv shows ≡ penny dreadful Do you know what they are, all of them? A broken thing. Not a tiger. Not a flower. Not a clump of earth. Not even a blade of grass. Miss Ives, you have to get better.
Anyways, I like how in many recent horror films women’s pain / grief / suffering isn’t used as this gratuitous torture-p*rn aspect of mens’ stories, but a wild, almost feral source of terror for those that wrong them. We’ve stopped being the victimized on screen and started being the monsters and I think that’s really brave and sexy of us.
“ISET: Did the rage overcome you when he scattered your lover across the land? Did you scream? Did you make ruins of your home? Was the loneliness unbearable? Were parts of you scattered across the desert too? And when you gathered him together again, did the darkness live inside you? Does it still?”
— Excerpts from gods both mine and other.
I am writing a book called: sad, tired and horny - wasting my 20s in the 2020s in a social lockdown
I think the reason why so many queer women (and queer people in general) love Hozier is the way he sings about women. They're mystical, powerful, sexy, sweet, dangerous, worshipped and, sadly, also abusive. The real, and the unreal of fairy tales. They're scary in their greatness and their anger, but in other songs, vulnerable in their sadness. You can tell he sees women as multifaceted people. There are even songs where the pronouns are gender neutral. Most love songs won't talk about how their baby is so powerful that even the beast of the apocalypse stopped at the sight of them. Or that they'll crawl from their grave to get to their love after death. The dramatics. Just attracts us gays. It's no surprise he has a decent LGBTQ following.
Anyway I love Hozier.
real love is sweet and warm like honey and you all deserve this kind of love