Marble (Original)
salacia
locustwinged

Summertime Sadness (Lana Del Rey cover)
salacia
locustwinged

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salacia
locustwinged
Hey, guys, how's it going? I disappeared into Tumblr-land for a while there but I'll be on here more often. :)

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salacia
locustwinged
the perfect metaphor for my love life would be…

it’s like i am perpetually trying to adjust a water faucet to a comfortable temperature for me to bathe in, and i can never seem to get it there. i get so frustrated, and then i wonder - maybe i have a fever. of course the temperature would feel off, then.

maybe i’m just diseased.

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apocalypse maidens
locustwinged
my heart beats among the stars and yet i want no astronomers’ gaze, whether their eyes be cold and analytical or full of lusty sparkle and wonder - no, only fellow aliens will suffice.

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vater orlaag
locustwinged
i don’t understand people who act like people whose personalities, cultures, brain-workings, and modes of living differ from theirs are the gangrenous limb of humanity

if humanity could even be said to have a gangrenous limb, it’s people who can’t come to terms with the fact it takes all kinds to make the world go around and for our species to advance and evolve.

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apocalypse maidens
locustwinged
sometimes i get really upset over how my ex treated me but then i have these very lucid moments where i realize he was just a giant, whiny, entitled man-child who treated me horribly and constantly tried to erase me and my feelings simply because i couldn’t wave a wand and make everything about his life 100% better.

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TRUE POWER
locustwinged
i don’t like looking outward. as ironic as inward perception is, it is the only kind i am comfortable with. i’m rarely ever relevant - a lost traveler from the future - and i care simultaneously too much and too little about this.

i love sensations that are luxurious and new, i love grasping at the raw experiences the world has to offer the way a child would but i cannot rely on my perception of the outer world to guide me. i never feel like looking outward will give me the right information; everything gets jumbled, discombobulated. my compass will always be a top-down, inward focus - intimate knowledge of my personal nuances and an ability to see where situations are going; what is going on behind the scenes; subtext, often perceived well before context.

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salacia
locustwinged
unpopular opinion time:

i’m really starting to lose patience with people who are so sentimental that they are basically allergic to plot development.

like, yes, i get that you’re emotionally attached. i am, too. but i also realize that just because something ends/doesn’t go how i wanted it to go, doesn’t mean i can’t continue loving it. i can still write it, draw it, RP it, think about it, whatever i want. and you don’t have to be a slave to canon, either - god knows i’m not.

i love stories for the feelings they give me, not how much they cater to my attachment.

i love stories for giving me shiny new corners of inner world to explore; for the inspiration i draw from their unique aesthetics; for the characters i can soak into my own heart and play off all the different ways i identify with them; for the hidden possibilities they expose me to.

if something really, truly speaks to you, you never have to say “good-bye.” it’s part of you.

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vater orlaag
locustwinged
i’m really kind of disgusted by how a lot of people seem to treat curvy bodies as a novelty

like yeah i’m glad you like my abundant T&A (and that of similarly shaped women) but the way you’re going about expressing it is othering and gross :/

it’s like being fetishized for being what is ACTUALLY THE NORM for adult women

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