February 2012
191 posts
i am the LONELIEST pupa
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When you go to sleep, my gloomy beauty, below a black marble monument, when from alcove and manor you are reduced to damp vault and hollow grave;
when the stone - pressing on your timorous chest and sides already lulled by a charmed indifference - halts your heart from beating, from willing, your feet from their bold adventuring,
then the tomb, confidant to my infinite dream (since the tomb...
textposter:
A good form of birth control is to be pregnant all of the time. That way, you can’t get pregnant.
beware the man of a single book
“Yet to this rot you shall be like,
To this horrid corruption,
Star of my eyes,...”
– The Carcass, Charles Baudelaire
