Una delle mie canzoni preferite, mi lascia sempre senza parole (e con il cuore sempre più spezzato).
(It’s so easy to laugh, it’s so easy to hate. It takes strength to be gentle and kind)
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Ghismonda with the heart of Guiscardo (Detail), 1650 - Bernardino Mei
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Poetry and writing are new to me.
I made a blog for stuff like that.
Cold now, as I was when
First I laid gaze upon
Warm, naked, shapely siren
Aristocrat and her cock
Who plunged gilded switchblade
Into bellies of broken
Bestial boys.
Who sweetly hissed into
The ear of snakes such as I;
Cold-blooded, creeping,
constricting–
Slithering and just
scraping by
Cold still, as the coffee we left out,
As those forgotten, neglected coals
Which remain from
Dumpster fire or desire
Familiar feelings of futility consume and
Facing west,
I eat my own tail
~o m g - s o - v a p o r w a v e~
this glitch art i made really got away from me. 600+ notes. dang i had no idea. this was just an angsty exercise in photoshop art for me but im glad folx like it
800+ notes. Holy fucking shit.
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