my ideal date: talking shit about d&d’s choices while sipping red wine
careers to consider when I finish uni:
- girl in 1960s Paris with winged eyeliner and a fringe who sits in cafes and bars and drinks sherry
- WWII war nurse
- muse for a late 19th century artist
- archaeologist in the 30s
- background character in a Wodehouse story
- incorporeal sense of vague dissatisfaction
hesitation- a mix for wary lovers
(the meek shall inherit the earth, but if we long for heaven we will be condemned to hell)
"I sleep. I dream. I make up things that I would never say. I say them very quietly."
I got that comic con, comic con sadness
APOLLO AND ARTEMIS
they were like the sun and the moon
the hymn to artemis
you found at the foot of the parrhasian mountain deer dancing on the banks of the black-pebbled anauros, grand and greater than bulls, their antlers shining with gold; and you stopped, amazed, and your heart whispered, “this would be a first capture worthy of artemis.” (x)
"…I will tell the secret to you,
to you, only to you.
Come closer. This song
is a cry for help: Help me!
Only you, only you can,
you are unique
at last. Alas
it is a boring song
but it works every time.” - Siren Song, Margaret Atwood
a water-drenched love story: listen.
this is where we stand:
Take your mouth
put it anywhere you please.
Your mouth, my stomach
Your mouth, my thighs
I will be all three:
your holy wine
and your bent knees