Dec 24, 2024
Ghost!Ink & Error Story
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Ghost!Ink & Error Story
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My new tattoo made by the talented swedish tattoist Gergo Pocsai. You can check his ig : https://instagram.com/gergopocsai?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=
Moths and dolls and secrets in the walls
I trace the cracks in the pink paint on the old windowsill--flowerbox empty now; winter is cruel--to tell my fortune
Somewhere, wings sound in the night:
Owls are silent. It must be an angel.
(This isn't really about anything in particular; I was just scrolling through @doloresmilk 's blog and got inspired by the lovely feeling/aesthetic it has.)
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My Ghost tattoos / Mes tatouages Ghost
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Oh darling, run away with me
Deep into the night
And the fearsome woods will grow moss over our fleeing footsteps
Lest the jealous world follow and try to woo us back
With logic and taxes and safe gray houses
When we should be feral,
And lost,
And in love
Sunbeams Dreaming through old windows, Softened by dust which powders the panes As though left by ladies --satin and ball gowns, feathers and silk, Pearled shoes-- powdering faces for the ball.
They dance, Dance to music long faded, To strings still playing, silent, In ballrooms full of Emptiness. Full of time.
Still they play, Still they dance, still They powder, Powder, powder, Laughing, While their powder drifts like smoke To soften the sunbeams, And carry the dreams on another year.