Black Sands
War weary without battlefields
Every new trench feels grievous
I have yet to see the shores
Still precarious waters run deep
Judgement is taking its sweet time
And on most undesirable days
Doomsayers speak only in tongues
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War weary without battlefields
Every new trench feels grievous
I have yet to see the shores
Still precarious waters run deep
Judgement is taking its sweet time
And on most undesirable days
Doomsayers speak only in tongues
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Kendrick Lamar - Watch The Party Die
(Source: youtube.com)
I’ve always liked quiet people: you never know if they’re dancing in a daydream or if they’re carrying the weight of the world.
John Green
Dagger Dearest by Cameron Bailey
Endpaper for The Raven Scholar by artist Maéna Paillet
Writhing indecisions
Weave me into tumult
Slow burning my spirit
Husk beyond enlivening
While this cruel universe
Says no to added time
So I’ll elude cessation
If only for one more day
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To face Extinction
(Copic markers on lime green paper, micron pens for details)
(via ex0skeletal-undead)
Nights for predilection
Let’s hideaway in carnality
Ruby coloured ambiance
Picking apart decency
Mark my skin as I requite
Scarring to make moments
Binding us entirely untamed
Savoring each other raw
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The Thin Thread, oil on panel by Michele Melcher
The night and the sea were velvety and caressing, unfolding a core of softness.
Anaïs Nin