Notofhuman-sense-norofhuman-mind - Bottom Of The Well.

a little bloody mary comic idea I had last halloween

[image ID: a four page digital comic.

panel 1: a thin woman with long dark hair and light skin is seen from behind sitting in front of a vanity mirror in a room full of mirrors. text placed on the back of her head reads, "lots of people know my name."

panel 2: a group of school girls gather around a mirror in a dark school bathroom lit with candles as one of them writes "bloody mary" on the mirror. text on one of the girls' backs reads, "I get calls all the time."

panel 3: the girls run out of the bathroom screaming. text: "but no one is ever happy to see me."

panel 4: a curvy person with light skin and a partially shaved head half-laid out on the floor of a bedroom looks startled as bloody mary emerges from a full-length mirror in front of them. text: "when they don't run away[...]"

panel 5: the person is shown from behind as they hold up a polaroid to bloody mary. text: "they ask me, hunched and trembling, to perform curses and hexes for them."

panel 6: bloody mary shown halfway through a mirror. text: "I never quite know how to respond."

panel 7: bloody mary has her head down on her vanity desk. text: "no one ever calls just to see me."

panel 8: a darker-skinned hand with long black nails writes bloody mary's name on a mirror with red lipstick in a candlelit room. text: "no one[...]"

panel 9: bloody mary emerges from the mirror in front of a darker-skinned woman with two buns and red lipstick, who is smiling. no text.

panel 10: bloody mary is shown up close as the woman tucks mary's hair behind he ear, showing more of her ghostly face, and a bright red lipstick kiss mark on her cheek. text: "except her."

panel 11: bloody mary sits in her mirror room admiring the kiss mark on her cheek with a hand mirror. no text. end ID.]

This When my mind won't let me exist - When I am just alive in the most technical sense. Breathing Blinking Trapped in a cage I can't escape

do you ever think about this quote by mary lambert because i think about it all the time

Avoir un coup de foudre, encore

I had not seen you for such a long time. The sun has caressed your body, tanning your curves that your new style clings to as lovers at the edge of ecstasy. Gravity itself tips in your direction, heads turning, eyes feasting as you stride to the dance floor, the gold in the chandelier losing luster compared to your sheen. Even from the sides I can smell your perfume, wrenching myself away from the scenes playing behind my eyes as siren song to Odysseus. My soul calls to hart, to bound away before this predator could sense our gaze, but your claws slide over my shoulder sending me stock still, the crowd calling that I know the dances you seek. Your voice purrs and hums in my ears, and I am clay under your exquisite hands, guided to first position with our fingers interlocked. The first dance I am shaky, nervous and at a nadir of confidence; it has been too long, I am too eager, I am too much in my head. Unsure sounds escape your throat, even a yelp with my trip - still your smile would refocus me, your eyes laughing and playful. The second was rote but easy, neither of us straining, yet neither of us bored. The third dance, we are alone again. My fingers trace your throat as your laugh knows you have won. The song is difficult, the moves igniting fires in our limbs; still we twirl about each other, your voice clear, perfect, sweet, as I grow hotter, enamored with you all over again. Then it is over, both of us trembling within a mist of applause. You are led away to your case, your strings being loosened, the rosin tapped and wiped off. I lay a hand on your shoulder, silently promising that soon, we shall play again.

found this fun little picrew! (feel free to reblog this with your own)

What I imagine when looking at the black.

Jellyfish

*refresh the page if not in sync*

To be a submarine

I often wonder what life would be like if a different choice was taken. Whole universes resting on left or right, effort or slack, grace or ignorance. It is an often enough thought that people have - brighter bulbs have puffed their pollen upon the winds of the universe on this exercise. In my illness, it is a daily one. I used to live in Indiana. I moved there for love and was courageous enough to find it twice. I say courageous because I do not believe in luck. You have to make your own luck in this world; granted some folk are graced with coincidence and random generosity -  happy little accidents in the evolutionary algorithm. Luck is putting yourself in the right place, and working to find the perfect opportunity. I often wonder that too - if it was love that my partners saw or opportunity. Indiana saw me pressed to the edge - broke, desperate, hungry, heartbroken. Still I thrived and made things work. I too had broken down, had bared my soul, had looked into the abyss that dwells within every heart - still I rode with chin high and eyes clear. The knife’s edge that forms the barrier between our worlds is that I chose. I chose to hollow myself out in that personal hell. I was a robot, surviving any pressure simply because I was not allowed to feel it. I could not think, nor thrive, but I could survive. Now I eye warily the seemingly countless gauges, diving deeper to examine every shipwreck and artifact commissioned to the sea. Sweat beads as my mind creaks and wails; still the hands hold course. I wonder if it would be wiser to send unfeeling metal to discover. Or if the bravery of venturing into uncharted waters is the point.

oh to be a nun in 1350 enjoying quiet time and gardening and having lots of lesbian sex and then dying at the ripe old age of 36

omfg i forgot that i never showed tumblr my greatest achievement. my pride and joy, my pi-ass de résistance

polish government has opened a website for ukrainians seeking safety and trying to cross the ukrainian-polish border:

ua.gov.pl

as of 13:10 polish time, it has been said as many people as possible will be let through the borders. they are also supposed to let through children who do not have passports, as to not divide families.