M. ✩

YOUR MUSE IN PIXELS! earthly appearance vs regular :3

FAVOURITE COLOUR: purple💜💜💜💜 she's so pretty look at her....

LAST SONG: if you can't hang, sleeping with sirens. i've been revisiting a lot of the old music i used to listen to when i was 15/16.... back when i was super into emo&pop punk 🙈

CURRENTLY READING: a collection of louise glück poems sorta on and off? bought it at the book store around a month ago as a little treat n have been very veeeery slowly chipping away at it...

CURRENTLY WATCHING: nothing unfortch... but the last movie i watched was the long walk.

CURRENTLY CRAVING: a peaceful, uninterrupted sleep.... i need it bad.

She is not a stranger to madness. Or the recognition of something unrecognisable as madness. After all, is there anything sane about the way Mavis sees the world? The cosmos splintering into infinity in her mind's eye, time dripping out from cracks across the galaxy—leaking like tears onto the back of her hand. Helen flickers in and out of her vision, every other version unravelling further than the last. And still, despite (or maybe because of) everything, at the end of each fraying thread, she is never any less Helen. Never any less Sharp.

“I don't know what that means.” Is it the turn of phrase, or is it madness itself? The Celestial Madonna knows all. She should. But the more she sees the less she knows. The more she knows the less she sees.

Or maybe this is a joke. Or a lie hidden underneath the joke.