~ Mary MacLane, I Await The Devil’s Coming (via feellng)
"Morning Lazy Sex"
We are whispering in his rented room,
sharing whiskey beneath
somebody else’s sheets, when he says,
I like it when you wear my shirts.
They make you look pure.
I laugh and take another swig
before getting up to use the bathroom.
There, bathed in holy yellow light,
I look at myself in the cracked mirror:
Little girl in an oversized shirt
with bare legs and a butchered tongue,
holding onto him to avoid coming undone.
I should leave, I think.
I should go home, climb into bed, and
try to forget this entire thing.
But instead, I climb back into his chest,
shape my body into one of his limbs,
and say, Take out my mouth,
kiss me hard, pull my pants down
and I’ll moan how you like.
Give me a new name to wear,
a new face to study.
Help me out of this skin.
I so easily brand myself as yours
because I do not want to be mine.
I swear on everything that this isn’t just some stupid contest to gain followers. I’ve been wanting a new camera for ages so now I have two. I was thinking about returning/selling my old one, but I wouldn’t be getting the same amount or more than what it was originally priced. I’ve already talked to my mum about me giving it away, and she doesn’t mind. Anyway, who doesn’t like free stuff?
Here’s how this will work:
- You do not have to follow me. I don’t want any followers that don’t actually like my blog. I do ask of you to kindly check out my blog though. If you like it cool, if not, then your loss.
- Likes do not count for anything, only reblogs will count. You can reblog this as many times as you’d like.
- Do not create any extra blogs or whatever, I will be looking on your archives.
- Winner will be chosen like as if it were a raffle drawing.
- Winner will be contacted via ask, so make sure that you have that on/open.
- This will be over on August 21st 2014, and the winner will be announced on the 22nd.
I am doing this basically to make someone else happy and also because I accidentally deleted the other contest I was doing. Please don’t participate if you already own a Canon, but you can if you’d like I guess. I really don’t care if you live in Hogwarts, anyone is allowed to enter.
Here’s what the winner will get:
- Canon EOS 1100D
- Camera Cover R-F-3
- Battery Charger LC-E10E
- EUR AC Cable 1m
- Battery pack LP-E10
- Battery cover
- Interface cable IFC-130U
- All the disks needed.
The camera is basically brand new.
If you think this is “stupid” of me to do or anything of that sort, than just ignore it. It’s that simple.
Q. “Why would you just giveaway an expensive camera to a stranger?”
A. TO MAKE THEM HAPPY!
Q. “How do we know you aren’t bullshitting us?”
A. To make a fake contest just for followers is stupid, plus, I have a picture of me holding both the cameras :)
There are spoilers in this article, be forewarned. I find it interesting because its writer, Scott Mendelson, addressed the value of female human life in the majority of movies built around male heroes (whether they be super or not). An interesting commentary on how movie and comic book culture portrays female contributions to their plots.
It is a little of both. I have made tragedies out of small things, and I continue to. So there was the inception and the perpetuation of my muses.
For the longest time, all thoughts led to the same lover,
so that in half-sleep I would turn against an extinguished heat,
and that in solitude I pretended his company over my shoulder,
and in crowds I imagined him and I chasing ourselves like children.
The loss of his existence in my small world turned my atlas backwards,
with the erasure of my compass rose from anywhere
that was not the direction of his embrace,
and all other roads became footnotes to a shrunken world.
But one route is not a whole existence,
just as one beaten path does not well represent all journeys,
and I have learned that if I do not adventure forward,
I will forever hold tight to a flattened and worn map of inaccuracy.
The world will lose its luster if you confine its geography:
if you set away your sketching pencils, it will not expand and fill,
and the world you seek to enliven with living color will become
every saddened hue in a tired spectrum of monotony.
If you are the only one who wants to retrace your steps
in a road that you and your partner once explored,
realize that you have become a relic in an abandoned universe,
rather than the pilot and captain of the destiny you deserve.
Sorrow will become a damp bitterness, a mildew on your book of travels,
the weight of an anchor that will drag through your
dying forests, drying streams, and dusty mountains.
I no longer travel the same highways, with their heavy tolls,
break from my pattern of migration and determine new course,
sails and sights set upon the horizon of a place
so new and unforeseen, that its hills and rivers have no names,
because I tired of a partnership with disillusion that led me to believe
that the lighthouse on my eroded shores could call
an ancient lover home from vast and open seas,
when I knew that he loved sailing from, and not towards,
and that he would not return for me.
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