Visions (Polydipsia)

How deep is it really? 📸 Perdita Durango | From Dusk Till Dawn | Black Snake Moan 🎼 Korn- Coming Undone But It’s Pony By Ginuwine (William Maranci on YouTube)

Visions (Hedone)

decadence euphoric ecstasy indulgence elysian excess glory flesh sinew vessel cell within degeneration within cell warmth softness sweetness lull 📸 The Cannibal | Dazed Beauty: Lipstick 2.0 | Barbarella 🎼 Arcade Fire (Her soundtrack)- Photograph/Song on the Beach

Visions (A Castle for Psyche)

this is nexus and climax. this is movement and the machination of existence. 📸 Whisper of the Heart | American Honey | Mystery Train | East of Eden | Breakfast at Tiffany’s | Jamon Jamon 🎼 Acid Ghost- Hide My Face

My Nameless

I know you showed up that day in your always gleaming car with the cherry red and night tint windows. I know you lied when you said it wouldn’t start the night before; it was your deus ex machina, so you wouldn’t have to see me again. So I wouldn’t have to lie about lying…

polyester

I'd like to go back to scream it shout it curse it and abuse it and say the words over and again. In other arms, in the backs of strangers' cars in the apparition of a lifetime against the measure and decay of time- I will love you. In his room and his bed in…

Ghost Boy (Galatea)

And his borealis eyes Noble and Aquiline And roses spilling From his mouth The aching fragrance Floods Babel And drifts on Every misty breath Touches and grazes and Traces that treadle Pulse upon beat unto heart The impact upon contact with Dream coated lamina A rip-roaring Punch-drunk Plunge Into a seething tide Of screaming hearts…

stream of consciousness

I fucking love you so much. I love your idiocy and your incompetence and your sweetness in tandem. I dream of breaking your see-through heart and wake up to text messages, phone calls, and your over-indulgent words: "forever" and "never," please "always stay." I know when you're selling me something, but I'd buy a billion…

Pressed Daisy

I can’t take deep breaths. I can’t feel too alive. I can’t think of beautiful things. And I can’t hold on to the memory of your passing hand or the warmth of your lips. I wear your words as armor, but my body is too frail and my heart is fickle, so I can’t quite…

hideaway

i believed in you- the way you felt like home the way i wished i could line my heart with every good thing you said

b a b e

I think about you most nights, most days, around most people. Until I can’t sleep. And after all this time, we still meet in that dark corner of my mind. In a loop of our first violet afterglow. Where you’d wait for me. But the past plays out in a phantasmagoria. I can’t want to…