Flotsamnjetsam - BelugaSevruga

Barb Wire predicting my future

Come in, come in my child...we mustn’t lurk in doorways, it’s rrrude. One might question your upbringing~ The Divine goth mother of the abysmal deep. Ursula cemented my mother’s proclamation of big is beautiful and Pat Carol solidified in me that it’s not how powerful you are but how you manipulate the powers that make anything possible. Shout out to all the witches in my life who keep twisting the knife in all Tritons’ doings... #motherlove #fairygothmother #villain #seawitch #ursulahasgreatvulva #tlm #thelittlemermaid #yourvoiceee #octopussy #poorunfortunatesouls #ursula https://www.instagram.com/p/BqgsSN2l59N/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1luw2cyq47881

Lover I don’t know how to reach you anymore. I’ve struggled with how to tell you but I fill the void with busy conversation…keep it rolling so it’s not obvious how either of us have changed. You’re so enraptured with your fix and how it molds your world that I’m a hit on a pinball machine and you just want DING DING to my moves. Round and around you spin but you never land as an ace in my rounds. You’re gone. Rolling thru my everyday as a moment I can’t grasp, a move I never took and I cling to the hope that if I make one alteration I can avoid the altercation and carry you from point A to B and bring us both home but home is a concept that we both have left for dead as we’ve moved from A to B to C to numbers and our equations don’t equate to anything we thought would be………us.

You’re gone. But I’m here and you’re there and we are forever moving, like stars, rotating around polite and sincere ways to avoid what we both know would be the conversation to collide our beliefs with what we think our fears would bring to what we are in our natural state- a fear. That neither of us are right, but both searching, fervently, for a solution to what we believe is life and how to cure the symptom we have come to call hope. And I hope this finds you well. Because If it doesn’t, I don’t know how to tell you I am scared. Scared of what might find you if I don’t lie and tell you that I don’t know how to hope for something you continuously show me to have proven false. You are not alone but I am not with you. I try to stay in your field of vision but what I say I see is a dream that I fear is but a dream within a dream. And we are not free.

Not bumpin the gig is homophobic. Drop the top and let those ponytails flyyyyyyy 🙌

Sade for the soul

Vengeance is sworn - Francesco Hayez, 1851

Somebody once engaged in a so intimate relationship with that stone that it seems to be more alive in its eternal stillness than are people in their well-known fading daily gestures.

Fragments of a photoset by Vasilisablue on t.