This week I’m playing around with contrast and duality in the Feel free to use one, both, or all of the words below. Tag for a RT and 🖤🤍

~Sin/virtue
~Dark/light
~Mind/heart

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Caught in wanton
midnight madness
wildfire burning
through caution
morals falling like ashes
bodies stripped bare
freed
bound by nothing
except frenzied flames
of carnal destruction

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Take inspiration from the words below or their overall theme. Tag for a RT & 💜

~Important Nonsense
~Carefree outlook/attitude
~Playful respite

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We are twisted colors
wrapped in
double rainbow ties
fettered in pleasure
tangled in
unimagined ways
pale and bright ink
subtle and intense hues
explosive
chromatic
climax
in the making





Art-Fine Art America

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Thurs 6/6

Silence

Bleak grey
Fearful dark
Crawling rust
Painting-Stuart Dalby)
Lipstick
Wounded
Partake

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Take inspiration from the below. Tag for a RT and 🧡

~Power play
~Gryphon
~Heart and honor

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You smell like ~
the blues
sad poetry
unhealed scars
torch songs
a gust of cold
slamming doors
sleepless slumber
restless reverie
piercing thorns
the last grip on the night

You exude ~
betrayal







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various drawings of my boy orti over the past few months, the last one being the oldest. he's a taurani which is one of @/reevesroses like, species! very nice

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people forget
it was Aphrodite
who cursed Medusa
out of rage
never mind the poor maid
had been raped
in Love's own temple
her soul now stone forevermore



Medusa by Vasylina on deviantART

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When I had a high fever, Eomma let me drink mango nectar in a fancy glass while she read classic love poetry. There was a chickadee perched on our... 1/3

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We sugarcoat the fragile
with undercover lies,
longing for trust
and life's eternal rise,
in sin lived,
in virtue dying,
crimson angels
making voices
in death's way
to paradise,
crying,
but we save ourselves
in the end.

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The flutters before everything falls to the pit of your stomach isn't always bad. I learned that when I giggled over dumplings & you'd looked at...#LilLuvStory 1/3

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In the house where no living roam, a spirit lays dreaming of hearts suspended over oceans brimming with hope. She knows no disappointment and no alarm yet sees no path to sail upon. 421

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Our tastes have somewhat synchronized since the womb. Blackened foods are anathema and should be launched into the nearest bin where... 1/4

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Freedom is Halmeoni's hand-sewn, perfumed blanket hanging in the late spring breeze, each stitch a dream she swears on the seeds planted in her garden. In her eyes, I see timeless celebrations going up and downstream in equal measure.

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