clementsdickinmymouth: i want birthday-cake-flavored ice cream and then i want an ice cream cake
I found a hornet dead in my bathroom sink on Sunday evening and by Tuesday I couldn’t push the aching hum out of my ears. An entire hive claimed the place above my window, which is the place above my head when I sleep. Moving my bed felt like defeat and maybe I found something sickly charming about their drone. That one entered my house made me question why the others refrained. Maybe he didn’t...
a sun dried mud calf a clay covered spirit explodes out of its earthen shell like venus from zeus’s forehead
pittedpeach: دختر رویایی با حلزون در دهان dream realm girl with snails in her mouth shaneeeeeey!
I remember everything, down to the sound of you shaving— the scrape of your razor, the dully-abrading black hair that remained when you clutched at me, that night I came upstairs, half-dead, and, in your kindness, you put me straightaway in the cupboard, with a bottle of champagne, and then, later, on a train.
I’m a gasoline green beetle suspended in a ball of lucite