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perjuiciar · 5d
Mi Cruz del Sur.
Anonymous coward. · 9d
Perdón, pero si hay alguien chula aquí, esa eres tú, ¿eh?
Anonymous coward. · 9d
Yo digo que dejemos a Pacha fuera de la ecuación y nos hagamos novias entre nosotras.
Anonymous coward. · 12d
¿Por qué es complicada?
🫐 · 14d
C. simbólico: "Si fueras..." (goo.su/cEZHltQ)
Agosto.
Estoy entre jueves umbral, domingo, solo por ser el séptimo, o miércoles.
Plutón, I guess. O el cometa Halley.
Medusa luminiscente.
Granate profundo.
Secreter antiguo, aunque siempre me gustó la idea de ser un velador Art Nouveau: con pie de bronce en forma de lirio, pantalla de vidrio opalino, o tal vez una tulipa teñida de granate o ámbar.
Tormenta eléctrica en verano, justo antes del anochecer.
Obsidiana.
Datura (flor de luna).
Hécate.
🫐 · 14d
(goo.su/cRQJUQ) + Wisdom.
I only feel close to people who arouse my energy, who make enormous demands of me, who are capable of enriching me with experience, pain, people who do not doubt my courage, or my toughness. People who do not believe me naive or innocent, but who challenge my keenest /wisdom/, who have the courage to treat me like a woman in spite of the fact that they are aware of my vulnerability.
Anaïs Nin.
🫐 · 14d
(goo.su/cRQJUQ) + Monster.
Personally, I’m a mess of conflicting impulses—I’m independent and greedy and I also want to belong and share and be a part of the whole. I doubt that I’m the only one who feels this way. It’s the core of /monster/ making, actually. Wanna make a monster? Take the parts of yourself that make you uncomfortable—your weaknesses, bad thoughts, vanities, and hungers—and pretend they’re across the room. It’s too ugly to be human. It’s too ugly to be you. Children are afraid of the dark because they have nothing real to work with. Adults are afraid of themselves.
Oh we’re a mess, poor humans, poor flesh—hybrids of angels and animals, dolls with diamonds stuffed inside them. We’ve been to the moon and we’re still fighting over Jerusalem. Let me tell you what I do know: I am more than one thing, and not all of those things are good. The truth is complicated. It’s two-toned, multi-vocal, bittersweet. I used to think that if I dug deep enough to discover something sad and ugly, I’d know it was something true. Now I’m trying to dig deeper.
Richard Siken.