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Daydreaming of the sea again Sitting on its sore shore Waves like a collar and chain Flowing with your tide As the moon nears the floor Devoted to its own time
By Laura Gilpin
Santa Muerte, Our Lady of Holy Death
There is no I.
am i the central nervous system? the brain, the skin, the eye? the microbiome in my gut, or stardust in the sky?
the soul (what soul?), the heart, the breath, the hormones in my blood? the shadows splashed on Plato's wall, the people that I love?
the clothes on my back, the name on ID, the carbon in my bones? the air i breathe unconsciously, the place that i call home?
or am i just the nowhere man, the woman so alone? i am the dreamer of the dream, the - I - in i don't know
alexander heir
We are a very very dumb, stupid people
The instrumental becomes intrinsic if you let it
What's a character you were super into when you were like 12?
Oh my god, such a good question. 12 year old my was a fucking VORACIOUS reader, but the first thing that comes to mind is Artemis Fowl. Fam, I thought he was the absolute shit
My shrine to Memento Mori by rococobean