Dear Scientists,

this beauty and blood defies god

"Vesuvius" Amber Sparks // Carrie (1976) // "The Forbidden Wish" Jessica Khoury // Ginger Snaps (2000) // "Feminine Incarnate" Alexa Thorn // Sharp Objects (2018) // Belladonna of Sadness (1973) // The Witch (2015) // "The Virgin Suicides" Jeffrey Eugenides

—it's a very terrible realisation that whatever i do now will be affecting whatever i'll be in the future

"You're so hard to please." Uhhh books??? Flowers???Books with pressed flowers??? Handwritten love letters??? Coffee??? Scented candles??? Hold my hand??? Forehead kisses???

Brother

TW: CSA

Tell me how does darkness feeds on an unsullied soul;

Am I the one to be blamed for your viciousness?

Or was it the gratuity of my parents' sins?

Or was it the ode of innocence that tempted you?

An ode you consumed.

You shredded me to ribbons so that you could use them

to tie the knots of your selfish yearnings;

Morphed me into an infernal machine in the pursuit

of your eternal fantasy.

Unbloomed; I was cradled in the soft bed of childhood

Yet, you stripped me away from that delectation;

And impelled me into the wretched abyss of unholiness.

Suffocated I was, as you took advantage of a frail heart,

and ruptured it from its hollow.

Yet I am the one they blame, I blame.

For being tainted, ruined.

Abhorrence filled in their gazes.

But, if to taint me is to ruin me, then let the gods be blamed for bestowing such wickedness on my existence,

For I was nothing but a child,

Slaughtered because of vulnerability and pestering naivety.

Tell me why does darkness feed on an unsullied soul, brother?

you’re in his dms, the thought of me haunts him to death

I actually think eldest daughters should be allowed at least one instance in their entire lives to just completely lose their shit

“I can’t hold enough of you in my hands.”

— Franz Kafka

Salma Deera, Letters from Medea

This is a pro-choice blog.

It’s an I wanted this baby but at my anatomy scan I found out my baby will die after it’s born blog.

It’s an I’m not financially, mentally or emotionally stable enough to bring a child into this world blog.

It’s an I can’t live with the result of my sexual assault blog.

It’s an I miscarried but the fetus will not evacuate on its own blog.

It’s an I will die if I carry this to term blog.

It’s an I don’t want to be fucking pregnant blog.

It’s a pro-choice blog.

If you see this decision as a win, educate yourself. People with uteruses WILL die. And if that’s okay with you, don’t claim you’re pro-life.

Oh, and a big, fat FUCK YOU.

A relationship between a man and grammar can be so deeply personal...