I am your Receptacle
Confessional.
Blue haired mini priestess
You only remember
When you need to be forgiven.
I am an Object of Wisdom.
Inhuman in my role,
I do not feel me or you
Nor have a pulse
Outside of the moments I
Occur: I do not exist.
You have only vague awareness
Of the need for my approval,
I am a Priestess; after all.
And into Me you can dump
The shards of your Sin
Without repercussion
Without human blood.
when somewhere in your
latent Simmering morality
You have an epiphany
Apologetic and triumphant,
I need only pat you on the head
And smile
And your vindication will swell you
To new depths of narcissism.

My muse

My true love

You perfect, dazzling fool

Tremendous Brunette

I love you

You have such other-worldly eyes

A selection of words texted to me by the same person within a twenty minute period. At midnight. Which means he’s drunk. Because I know he actually does mean this all (except for other-worldly eyes because I have quite plain eyes and guys just use eyes cuz they think its a safe sell), but he’s far too witty and clever to let such sloppy language slide out when sober. Also because by 10:30 pm he’s always drunk. 

Believe it or not, sober he is absolutely delightful.  Sigh.

ardora:

"I paint myself because I am often alone and I am the subject I know best."
— Frida Kahlo
Photo by Guillermo Davila, 1929.

ardora:

"I paint myself because I am often alone and I am the subject I know best."

— Frida Kahlo

Photo by Guillermo Davila, 1929.

prolifeapologist:

I am not against abortion because I want to control women.

I am not against abortion because I want to force women to give birth.

I am not against abortion because I want to take away women’s choices.

I am against abortion because I am against killing human beings. It is that simple. I am not forcing you to get pregnant, but if you do, I can’t let an innocent child be killed. It’s just so wrong.

Killing an innocent human being should never be a matter of “choice.”