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Imagine being loved by me 💌

“Imagine being loved by me” — I would be your Pygmalion, shaping love from air, each touch sculpting you like Galatea, until my hands coax your heart to beat, and my breath awakens you from stone. — Patient, I would wait, as Pygmalion once did, for the marble to soften in my grasp, until, like Galatea, you step down from your pedestal, alive in the warmth of love only I could give.

“Imagine being loved by me” — written by n.i {moonysprettypoison}

So yall in greek mythology Pygmalion is a sculptor who falls in love with Galatea, a statue he created. Moved by his devotion, Aphrodite brings Galatea to life n they live happily together, symbolizing the transformative power of love.

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tysm for the tag @evanpetersgfhihi 💌 ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

𐙚 work song - hozier

𐙚 skin and bones - David kushner

𐙚 a little death - the nbhd

𐙚 alleyways - the nbhd

𐙚 slow dancing - Ari Abdul

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@bambied0ll @cherries-in-wine @bambiballerinaxx @poetic-mischief @euryvices @godsprincess444 + anyone

thanks @wickedhawtwexler for tagging me!!

RULES: put 5 songs you actually listen to, then tag 10 people

just went with the top 5 songs on my “on repeat” playlist

1. Good Luck Babe! - Chappell Roan

2. Boogie Shoes - KC & The Sunshine Band

3. Bad Bad Leroy Brown - Jim Croce

4. Guilty as Sin? - Taylor Swift

5. Stop Dragging My Heart Around - Stevie Nicks, Tom Petty

I don’t have 10 people to tag lol so I’ll just tag the people I like seeing on my dash

@fearsomeandwretched @thievesandtraitors @leoleofitz @regardstosoulandromance @youareworldsaway @lemon-lyman

this is so cruel because it’s also so accurate! especially the picture to the left :(

I always watch other people in real life have their best friends, post stories with each other, have fun, live their teen age life’s! I want that, a person who I have a real connection with and I always talk about how kindness isn’t enough for me in friends. that we need to have a connection. I just want “my” person yk? The way, the only people I can connect with are the ones on the internet :(

Woman is a hound

“Adorned I am with a muzzle so tight, to temper my need for causing a raucous.

They say my bark is worse than my bight, but they've never felt the need to be so cautious. Underestimated all my life, hence I'll reveal the severity of my might.

So now I will further twist the knife, with razor canines I shall seize my long awaited bite. Declawed we've been to prevent our scratch, they pretend not to fear our wrath.

The coffin of their hatred will inevitably hatch, then they'll finally learn everything has a catch. I weep and moan in eternal sorrow, I scream my lungs out like there’s no tomorrow.

My body and spirit they wish to borrow, to take, to use, and leave them hollow. They said just a number is age, so let the dogs run rampant.

Lusting they are to lure us into a cage, hoping to distract us, they go off on a tangent. Our despair they painted as "being hysteric", to devalue the gravity of our torment.

Concealing their tendency of being barbaric, for years we've let our fury ferment. My mother once told me to beware of hounds, "But they are everywhere, especially the playgrounds".

As I gazed upon her twisted face, With despair in her eyes, she wrapped me in her secure embrace. I trudge the ground carrying her grief and rage, as permanent companions never departing my side.

I find her complacency inexplicably strange, this story must soon turn its final page. On my shoulders I bear the weight, of the agony of all the women before me.

Though dogs before they strike hesitate; Don't assume that is the case for me.”

Literally me

“I got my teeth removed to lessen my aggression I bite when I’m threatened by unfamiliarity I’m so mean when I’m nervous, I’m such a bad dog I got my wings clipped to lessen my curiosities I leave when I get the chance I caw loud and cause a raucous in my stirring boredom, I’m such a bad bird I got my claws removed to lessen my painful kneading, I’m causing you pain via my affection I’m scratching your leather couch for my mundane pleasure, I’m such a bad cat I had a piece of my frontal lobe removed, I’m hysterical over the human condition I’m such a bad pet.”

- Sarah Mann, author of I Am Not A Poet; I Am Sad and Cannot Draw (@ sixxstarrr on ig and tt)

A poem about my earliest childhood memories and conceptions: “Ever since I was a child, I’ve always felt a sense of disparity. Of whimsical mind, a babe so wild, I viewed the world with crystal clarity. Rose tinted glasses I looked through, disregarding their false reality. As a child I always knew, this is the price of mortality. As I skipped around in glee, I shushed my persistent inner dialogue. An untamed embodiment wishing to flee, yearning for the opportunity to go rogue. I studied the faces of those around me, gazing upon them with unabashed curiosity. A habit of mine it had become, craving for their masks to come undone. Deciphering them like puzzle pieces, and seeking out their hidden creases. Aiming to discern the concealed paradox, but now I’ve opened Pandora’s box. A constant search for something more, a cursed trait for eternity. Now I shall wander for ever more, in a state of dazed uncertainty. Aiming to uncover obscured emotions, I pry open their fragile spirit. A delicate art of skill and motion, yet I can’t bring myself to fear it. The raise of a brow, a twitch of the lips, the faucet of my sanity drips. I break into a Cheshire grin, every time a liar trips. Deception is rooted deep within, behind a wall of nonchalance. A malicious sneer, a sway of the hips, every action has a response. In rapture and elated bliss, I hereby accept my final kiss. Farewell cruel world of wolves and depravity, I welcome my end with assured clarity.”

Like a dragonfly glides it's wings across a lake, I dip the tips of my toes into the surface. The water ripples softly in foamy ringlets, like a pebble dropped into a pond. Sinking ungracefully into the steaming bath, the bubbles froth gently against my frame. The spray pelts against me like hail, soaking me in warmth from within. Droplets run down my spine like ants, crawling across my back carelessly. Water beads rush down the porcelain walls of the tub, like children racing through a playground. The mist caresses me like a mother does her fretting son, stroking my wild curls and lulling me to sleep. The condensation seeps softly into my sore muscles, releasing the knots like a python uncoiling from around my windpipe. The ends of my damp hair graze my shoulder blades, tickling me ever so slightly like a father does his rebellious daughter. Resting my chin upon my bent knees, my fingers trail aimlessly through the water as it turns lukewarm. As the minutes gradually tick by, Helios departs from the skies on his glinting chariot. Selene graces the darkening heavens with her luminous presence, casting an eerie glow through my bathroom window. Her radiant silver beams catch on the water surface, reflecting my pale face in a warped image. My lashes lightly brush against my flushed cheeks, casting spidery shadows upon my drying skin. The water slips off my aching body, taking with it the exhaustion seeping into my bones. My doubts and worries trickle down the drain, like blood leaking from a shallow cut. drip, drip, drip.

Dark beauty 🔏🖤

I gaze in admiration at the radiant woman before me, the girl who stormed into my life and gifted me the grace of resilient beauty. She has sunk her teeth into my soul, and now parts of me are hers—gnawed at, until we are bound in ways that words could never untangle.

Her dark curls fall like waves of night, each twist holding a secret, soft and wild. There’s a quiet power in her, a darkness that isn’t cold, but warm, like the safety of a shadow. Her strength feels ancient, as if she carries the weight of things long forgotten, yet moves through life with grace. In her, I find both shelter and something untamed— the kind of beauty that makes me feel more alive.

{“dark beauty” written by me! n.i — moonysprettypoison}

{written for one of my best friends, leyley}

Woman is a hound

“Adorned I am with a muzzle so tight, to temper my need for causing a raucous.

They say my bark is worse than my bight, but they've never felt the need to be so cautious. Underestimated all my life, hence I'll reveal the severity of my might.

So now I will further twist the knife, with razor canines I shall seize my long awaited bite. Declawed we've been to prevent our scratch, they pretend not to fear our wrath.

The coffin of their hatred will inevitably hatch, then they'll finally learn everything has a catch. I weep and moan in eternal sorrow, I scream my lungs out like there’s no tomorrow.

My body and spirit they wish to borrow, to take, to use, and leave them hollow. They said just a number is age, so let the dogs run rampant.

Lusting they are to lure us into a cage, hoping to distract us, they go off on a tangent. Our despair they painted as "being hysteric", to devalue the gravity of our torment.

Concealing their tendency of being barbaric, for years we've let our fury ferment. My mother once told me to beware of hounds, "But they are everywhere, especially the playgrounds".

As I gazed upon her twisted face, With despair in her eyes, she wrapped me in her secure embrace. I trudge the ground carrying her grief and rage, as permanent companions never departing my side.

I find her complacency inexplicably strange, this story must soon turn its final page. On my shoulders I bear the weight, of the agony of all the women before me.

Though dogs before they strike hesitate; Don't assume that is the case for me.”

Girls be like: “Summers gonna be crazy.”

Also girls:

real

Make me wanna smash his face! Even worse if it’s a girl saying it

Me when I’m arguing with a man and he says “Is it that time of the month?”

“Love is a sacrament that should be taken kneeling.”

- Oscar Wilde