Woman in the Wilderness

and for the lady, perhaps a devout knight?

Unknown gothic beauty

Catch and release program for sluts that you chase through the woods at dusk when it’s cold enough to see your breath. Every time I catch you, I’m ripping a piece of your clothing off and letting you go again. When I catch you and there’s no clothing left on you, I’ll rip your dignity from your writhing, soaking, begging, arching body, and growl into your ear that victims aren’t supposed to cum.

Me and my soulmate on the way to seaze thrones in the past life

Let the day sprawl like a winding vine, golden minutes into hours and seconds again. As dreams lilt their drawling way, let them show you what you need to sleep. And when the birds call, answer into their cannoned chorus, repeating the song of countless days. Let us lose count of the robin's rounds. Let us find time in the echo.

You are the altar, not the sacrifice.

thinking about the bride’s red shoes & the fairytale of the red shoes that make the wearer dance uncontrollably until a man cuts off her feet. thinking about how the bride’s red shoes were fetishized by the gangster & then are the first thing frank sees when he falls in love with her corpse. thinking about how the fabled red shoes symbolize both passionate, unbridled, crazed feminine energy & loss of agency, self-destruction, a warning about being Too Much. thinking about all that pretty hard.

I think my favourite part of the bride! was how many times the bride is being loud and disruptive and decidedly unladylike, and Frank is just staring at her with open-mouth admiration. He genuinely is enthralled by her will and her independence and thinks it’s amazing. Get you a man who looks at you when you’re being insane the way Frank looks at the bride when she’s being insane.