Scarlet Pantomime

Digital prophets

He confessed in bathroom stalls to men in missionary positions

Received benediction from the tip of a silver needle

"I will submit to no one or nothing except Death itself."

He whispered to himself, such tales of spectacular defeat

Caressing broken rodeo ponies

"They should have carried me across finish lines and into the beds of vapid blondes with sexual ambitions. Instead I’m counting change out of a pickle jar hidden in an empty, mouldering cabinet."

My heroes do not stand. They falter. They are weak. My heroes stare into gun barrels and into the necks of their drinks. But every day, they put their feet on the ground, and stare out the window.

Yet another day, to smolder, to fuck, to stare into the blank eyes of Death and laugh as I piss into the sink.

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aseaofquotes:

Poppy Z. Brite, Lost Souls

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humansofnewyork:

"I’ve been a deep believer my whole life. 18 years as a Southern Baptist. More than 40 years as a mainline Protestant. I’m an ordained pastor. But it’s just stopped making sense to me. You see people doing terrible things in the name of religion, and you think: ‘Those people believe just as strongly as I do. They’re just as convinced as I am.’ And it just doesn’t make sense anymore. It doesn’t make sense to believe in a God that dabbles in people’s lives. If a plane crashes, and one person survives, everyone thanks God. They say: ‘God had a purpose for that person. God saved her for a reason!’ Do we not realize how cruel that is? Do we not realize how cruel it is to say that if God had a purpose for that person, he also had a purpose in killing everyone else on that plane? And a purpose in starving millions of children? A purpose in slavery and genocide? For every time you say that there’s a purpose behind one person’s success, you invalidate billions of people. You say there is a purpose to their suffering. And that’s just cruel."

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Catechism

I breathed in your compassion

Drugged Apocalypse

I can feel the surrender jettison from your fingertips

Be still, my earthly vessel

The beads i caress are as slick as your nubile navel

I want a new church

A new body to exalt in, a new sin to be washed from my skin

Be still, my wicked tongue

I will receive communion from your resplendent lips

The wafer, The Body

The Holy Ghost stirs inside of me

You are so exquisite when you cry

Like the Mother when she lost her Holy Son

A dove smashed against a windowpane

I will declare my devotion to the heaven the startles the world

In your sleepy eyes

I see God, and I am at peace again

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genderterrorist:

leowithani:

Shut you up real fast.

DAMN

(Source: chiraa-khoor)

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Cruel men and submissive women

Begging on their pink knees for you

We all fall victim to our suicidal narcissism

Praying to pagan women with eyes like clean saucers of milk

Alabaster goddesses making the scene

In their cocaine glory and New York ways

Garbage on the street corners, dust in my eyes

No matter how much power you have, how much money, gems, lovers and friends, you still search the internet looking to get fucked.

You are such a fucking bore.

Aesthetics and Broken Bones

My city is humming

She is a live wire, thrumming and spitting and ending mens lives

A melted wax candle, Fourth of July swastika

She had Vicodin in her bloodstream

"We want the big game." She breathed into my brain, tugged on my earring with her delicate tongue

I can still feels the tendrils of smoke curling around my eyes, making them water

Impeccable monsters.

My baby is a loaded gun

I put her in my mouth

And watch the world explode

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"You said you were afraid of losing me and then you faced your fear and left."

i still miss you sometimes   (via madness-of-depression)

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sachimo:

i hate when i’m too comfortable around someone because then my brain thinks its ok to act weird but even then i end up being too weird

(Source: bircls)

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The Madonna of the Roses (1903) & Pieta (1876), William Adolphe-Bouguereau  

via unhistorical

Incredibly beautiful and moving.

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