By Astrailor_jp

here’s a random word generator–whatever word it gives you is now the thing you are the deity of

Smart Magazine: ストリートスタイル Jewelry Showcase From Japan’s Harajuku Distrcit (1998)

Art by Thanh Nhàn

♡ forever my dark side ♡

i just wanna make you feel alright on your bad days

can you imagine the poor people who had to go figure out what happened on Crockett Island, though

like obviously there’s been a catastrophic fire, so they’re prepared for the worst, but what they find is way, way weirder than ‘the worst’

there are bodies in some of the houses, sure, burned past recognition or to the point where their cause of death would be obvious. but there are also bodies … outside? in the roads or the public areas? and some of them may be a little damaged by fire but they obviously died from having their throats ripped out??? and the sheriff is on the beach, dead of a gunshot wound??? the town doctor also died of a gunshot wound but she’s in a completely different place on the island (and her body was obviously moved there after her death)????

and overall there are just nowhere near as many bodies as there should be? Crockett Island had a population of just about 120 people but there are only, say, 70-80 bodies???? where did everybody else go????

and the only two survivors are two teenagers who are just like “uh, yeah, we took a romantic canoe trip. we weren’t on the island. we have no idea what happened.” (and one of them is paralyzed from the waist down? you don’t think the guy with her could have carried her out to the beach to get her in the canoe but he must have, right????)

just, can you even imagine. the buzzfeed unsolved episode. about Crockett Island.

Mid-afternoon Sun

Mid-afternoon sun, poem and art page by me, kiidkeroscene.

Drawn and highlighted under blue/green lights

Coloured lights

Light

The mid-afternoon sun is warm against my skin,

But her touch, her fingers gracing my jawline,

Her gaze, eyes like hazelnut and coffee,

Taking in my sight,

Her heart, full, intertwined with mine,

Her lips, brushing against my cheek,

Are warmer.