I would go through it all again for you
a hundred times
but I do not think I would still be me
when it was over
i know what i want now
i didn’t before
i want cold mornings and leaves that crunch under our feet.
I want warm blankets.
I want a house in the woods.
I want clean air and sunshine and my own means of living.
a hand to hold, someone to confide in
I want to be loved; but I most of all,
I want to be loved by you.
The Poet, Reynier Llanes, 2021
pictures where the sea and sky are no longer distinguishable
I am not a girl,
but rather a boy in the way
that I am burdened a daughter.
disappointingly so.
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i am laying flowers at the grave
of the man who killed me;
and there is nothing god could do
to stop me now.
I think I shall never forget the first time
seeing my mother’s new name
on a package with mine
I think she is getting better.
so am I.
fireflies honestly make me cry a little. out of gratitude and wonder. thank goodness we live in a world with bioluminescence. thank goodness we live in a world where it can fly.
Hydroluminescence
(c) gifs by riverwindphotography,July 2023
red wine drips from lips
like blood and
god knows it’ll never
be enough and
each hit burns like
it’s the first
you think you just might
die of thirst and
dorian, you’re gonna die
but pretty darling,
so am I
so you and I,
we’ll go down together
you’ll destroy yourself
and I’ll haunt you forever
nothing left to say but
beauty does not stay and
paint it fades and dries and
time it always flies
21. poetry, stream-of-consciousness, musings, aesthetic posts
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