to-lamb-to-slaughter
young girl. glorious girl.
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we argue in the kitchen, about whether to have children and about the world ending, and the scale of my ambition and how much is art really worth the very thing you're best at is the thing that hurts the most but you need your rotten heart your dazzling pain like diamond rings you need to go to war to find material to sing I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king I need my golden crown of sorrow my bloody sword to swing my empty halls to echo with grand self-mythology I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king but a woman is a changeling, always shifting shape just when you think you have it figured out something new begins to take what strange claws are these scratching at my skin? I never knew my killer would be coming from within I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king I need my golden crown of sorrow my bloody sword to swing I need my empty halls to echo with grand self-mythology 'cause I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king ho ho-oh-hoo ho-ooh ho-oh-oh-oh I was never as good as I always thought I was but I knew how to dress it up I was never satisfied, it never let me go just dragged me by my hair and back on with the show
the blooming flowers
the flowers bloom and birds chirp, as they follow path of a girl on a stroll. the child skips and so do they, beloved by warmth, beloved by fae. the songs grow bright like the light of the stars, and flower bloom to give food and nectar. they flowers cover the palace and lock those who stop, for the virgin footholder has come back to shop.
btw you will miss this in 5 or 10 years. memory will smooth these circumstances down like a river stone, and you will find yourself longing for a shade of light or a moment of this particular innocence. you don't know about what happens next, and one day that will be the most alluring thing of all. don't leave it all for nostalgia. have a nice night now, whatever night it happens to be.
there's blood on the side of the mountain there's writing all over the wall shadows of us are still dancin' In every room and every hall there's snow fallin' over the city you thought that it would wash away the bitter taste of my fury and all of the messes you made yeah, you think that you got away but I'm in the trees, I'm in the breeze my footsteps on the ground you'll see my face in every place but you can't catch me now through wading grass, the months will pass you'll feel it all around I'm here, I'm there, I'm everywhere but you can't catch me now no, you can't catch me now bet you thought I'd never do it thought it'd go over my head I bet you figured I'd pass with the winter be somethin' easy to forget oh, you think I'm gone 'cause I left but I'm in the trees, I'm in the breeze my footsteps on the ground you'll see my face in every place but you can't catch me now through wading grass, the months will pass you'll feel it all around I'm here, I'm there, I'm everywhere but you can't catch me now no, you can't catch me now ooh, ooh ooh, ooh you can't, you can't catch me now I'm comin' like a storm into your town you can't, you can't catch me now I'm higher than the hopes that you brought down you can't, you can't catch me now I'm comin' like a storm into your town you can't, you can't catch me now I'm higher than the hopes that you brought down you can't, you can't catch me now I'm comin' like a storm into your town you can't, you can't catch me now you can't, you can't, you can't there's blood on the side of the mountain It's turning a new shade of red yeah, sometimes the fire you founded don't burn the way you'd expect yeah, you thought that this was the end
the shrike beneath a sparrow's skin.
before that final damning act of courage and mercy, medraut had spent a day and most of a night limping on a broken knee through the frozen, bloody fields around camlan, searching for lleu. It was not three months since lleu had kissed and forgiven him his last winter’s betrayal. medraut would have given his own life to spare our brother’s. all he found of my twin after camlan was the golden circlet lleu had worn.
MY GREATEST ENEMY IS NO ONE BUT MYSELF
“Adoration of the Mystic Lamb”, by Hubert van Eyck and Jan van Eyck (1432); // “Juda’s Kiss”, by Gustave Doré; // “Briseis Restored to Achilles in his Tent Discovers the Body of Patroculus”, Léon Cogniet (1815); // “Ophelia”, by John Everett Millais (1851)
the shrike beneath a sparrow's skin.
before that final damning act of courage and mercy, medraut had spent a day and most of a night limping on a broken knee through the frozen, bloody fields around camlan, searching for lleu. It was not three months since lleu had kissed and forgiven him his last winter’s betrayal. medraut would have given his own life to spare our brother’s. all he found of my twin after camlan was the golden circlet lleu had worn.
you know. I headcanon that lleu has blue-ish black hair and goewin has a warm toned, brown-ish or red-ish dark hair. why? goewin's hair is brown-ish/red-ish black because the sun loves her. it gives her the warmth and the rays of light that only ever shine on her. she is not in the cage of her grief. she is scorching like fire and beautiful like spring blooms. she is free to wherever the sun touches. her fate and her destiny decided by birth. but lleu? his hair reflects the cage of moonlight. the void of darkness enlightened only by the stars and the moon. his world limited only to the taverns of his birth. he is caged and melancholic in his treacherous state. his fate and destiny decided since birth. he is the ending where goewin has her beginning.
of wrens and hummingbirds.
quilts accompanied the lady of camlan as she stirred awake from her drowsed state. she arose from her sheets, abandoning her quilt and sitting atop her soft, silken sheets. she had expected the blaring light to awaken her instead of her own fears, but it seemed the world felt unkind for goewin's heart for this new day.
the soft and straightened locks that were her makeshift crown, were disheveled from her thrashing. and her eyes, soft and puffy, a soft color that danced between the lightest of red, to the highest of beet. she noticed her nightgown had untied ribbons of the light and comfortable mesh, and the laces had already been ripped to shreds. just as it had that very day. she stood up, her legs unstable and barely in state to be walked on, the phantom pain on her shoulders as she felt she was held down, only grew worse with each step she took, and the walls seemed closer by each tap on the floor, seemingly wishing to squeeze her like bugs she had on medraut’s desk.
THE HEART
midst the hearth (through the harshest winters and through kinder days, lay's the future of a grief that stays-) set in stone. (the intentions of a cruel world, for it intends to insinuate-) the ripeness of glory.
the world is an exceptionally cruel test by him, the all-gracious. to those, who bear such pain and to pass such test, is one who deserves to accompany his throne and no more. but to those who cannot bear such burden, know there is none that blame you.
In this strange world, one is at peace so the other can bathe in their own suffering, and one will receive award for bearing pain and other punished for enjoying their day. This is the story of a family filled of Lion Hunters, and from the scriptures of the last remaining daughter of Artos.
the white lioness and the lion tamer
my great white lioness, I forbid you to cry. I tell you that myself as your beloved sunbird. I am a boy you love more than your father, and thus I love you more than my own. I shall not love you like a son but love you as my namesake did thou athena, for you are mine and I am yours, for when you have marked me as yours, I have marked you as mine.
the wanderer
stop searching for a lost cause, little sister, you're heart will fall apart if you are to see the state of your brother. I know of morgause and I know of priamos, I will ensure that you will be safe, and I shall ensure you that kidane and turunesh welcome you with open arms, for you are my sister. by being my sister, you are their daughter. your eyes are hollow, and if I am there, it will only become empty.
requested by @notenderhands
the most fun a girl can have is finding parallels, noticing patterns, making connections, contemplating
Okay so. I actually wanted to say this from the start when I first made this account because it would've given a lot of context to my headcanons and stuff but.
Yes, I am a victim of CSA. I was around 9 at the time when it first started and yes it was a family member. I'm not obligated to tell anyone this but I'm comfortable enough now to talk about it.
The thing is that it's been happening for a long enough time that it's become normalized. I still live with said family member(though that may change in some time) but I hope this doesn't change too much between us.
None of my irl friends nor family know yet so it's just between us. Discussing twp without mentioning my pov has been uncomfortable so I'll be more open from now on
SCRIPTURES
In a world of Goewin. daughter of Artos, sister to her brothers. It follows the world beyond her written, personal scriptures, and explores a world for... another brother of her's. the world is cruel, and Athena is loud.
edit : by @to-lamb-to-slaughter. txt : by @to-lamb-to-slaughter / A Coalition of Lions by Elizabeth Wein or @/tooboredforthis / edit : by @to-lamb-to-slaughter. txt : by @to-lamb-to-slaughter / A Coalition of Lions by Elizabeth Wein or @/tooboredforthis / edit : by @to-lamb-to-slaughter . txt : by @to-lamb-to-slaughter / The Sunbird by Elizabeth Wein or @/tooboredforthis
eve, after the fall (auguste rodin; bronze, 1883)
Mark Twain, The Diaries of Adam and Eve // Hozier, From Eden // Angela Carter, The Bloody Chamber // Frank Bidart, The War of Vaslav Nijinsky // Eagles, The Last Resort // Anne Sexton, Words for Dr. Y
from @thewestwoodarchives on ig . “Wow! Footage of the iconic kiss!
I don’t remember seeing this before as 90s Vivienne Westwood can be hard to find sometimes but here is footage of the iconic kiss was between Denis Lewis and Susie Bick for Vivienne Westwood’s Autumn/Winter 1990 “Portrait” collection!
Thank you to @pechuga_vintage for finding this!”
"And Cain says, “When you split me and my brother in the womb, you did not divide us evenly. He got kindness, and I got longing. He got complacence, and I got ambition. I want to kill him sometimes. I think sometimes he wants to die.”
- Nathaniel Orion, "Hevel"
Koré del siglo VI a.C aprox (520-510) de la Acrópolis. Una de las escasas representaciones que existen de esculturas con restos de policromía exhibiendo algunos colores. Realmente espectacular.
When I read the story of Mohammed Alanqer ( @famousturtlebanana ) I was reminded of my own dear father, Christopher, and how much he protected me during my childhood, so I dedicated this poem to them both. There are more similarities between the Alanqar family in Gaza and my family in Australia than there are differences.
Mohammed was supporting his young family (wife Enas, and children Layan, Sarah and Adam) with a tech startup when war broke out in Gaza. During the war, young Amir was born.
His son Adam has hepatitis and his son Amir has blisters on his feet. He is struggling to provide food for his children because the prices of groceries in Gaza are so high, and there is no aid coming in.
You can help by donating to his GFM. If you cannot afford that, you can share this post. If you're a creative of any type, he would love you to create art for him.
His campaign is number #174 on el-shab-hussein and nabulsi's google doc as well as being reblogged by 90-ghost here
Tagging for reach
@wellwaterhysteria @cuntylouis @appsa @paper-mario-wiki @eastgaysian @a-shade-of-blue @ana-bananya @schoolhater @stuckinapril @thatsonehellofabird @roadimusprime @c-u-c-koo-4-40k @imjustheretotrytohelp
If he did grant, wherefore then did he not foresee, Belike egal as it to him might be?
Hi, I hope you're doing well. I'm writing to you with a heavy heart and an urgent request for help. My family is in a very danger situation due to the ongoing war, and I've launched a GoFundMe campaign to save them. Could you please reblog my campaign post from my profile? Each share could be a lifeline for my family. 🙏 Feel free to share it in any other social media platform if you would like. Our campaign has been verified ⭐️ by operation olive branch, and is entry number 26 on their spreadsheet. Also with ⭐️ Project watermelon,line 249/(212) on their spreadsheet. From the bottom of my heart I want to thank you in advance for all of your support and kindness.
I hope you'll reach your goal soon! 🇵🇸
as a corpse loves a vulture (you are the only person who has noticed i am dead) as a corpse loves a vulture (you're going to consume me and i can't let that happen) as a corpse loves a vulture (you are drawn specifically to the rotten parts of me) as a corpse loves a vulture (to be "smitten" means to be struck down)
as I reread and annotate my own ideas of what was truly occuring in the odyssey, I've realized that odysseus had only been assaulted/co-erced forcefully because the lives of his men were held over his head, which was circe's doing. however, there was no mention of calypso assaulting of forcing odysseus to elope with her, and only that she had kept him on her island. however, this may just be the translations I'm reading and not a analytical problem to be expanded on.
'guys don't call odysseus a cheater' 'guys he was assaulted' 'guys he was imprisoned with his life over his head, what was he supposed to do?' are all valid points, but I can tell these people aren't aware of the fact that odysseus had sex slaves in the original homeric tales. he is a cheater, but that doesn't make him any less of an assault victim either.
Hello, I am Tareq from Gaza Iam trying save my famliy from the
genocide happening here. I ask for your help in spreading my story
and donating if you can contribute anything, no matter how small.
Please don,t forget to sharethe latest post from my page and follow
my account to help spread the story to the world. Thank you.
https://gofund.me/481656bc
this has been verified !! unfortunately I am unable to donate due to financial situations and my age, but I hope to spread the word and help others and myself engage in the saving of this family and more. please do spread the word.
Linda Pastan, from Insomnia: Poems; “Fingerprints”