To-lamb-to-slaughter - 𝜗𝜚

of wrens and hummingbirds.

quilts accompanied the lady of camlan as she stirred awake from her drowsed state. she arose from her sheets, abandoning her quilt and sitting atop her soft, silken sheets. she had expected the blaring light to awaken her instead of her own fears, but it seemed the world felt unkind for goewin's heart for this new day.

the soft and straightened locks that were her makeshift crown, were disheveled from her thrashing. and her eyes, soft and puffy, a soft color that danced between the lightest of red, to the highest of beet. she noticed her nightgown had untied ribbons of the light and comfortable mesh, and the laces had already been ripped to shreds. just as it had that very day. she stood up, her legs unstable and barely in state to be walked on, the phantom pain on her shoulders as she felt she was held down, only grew worse with each step she took, and the walls seemed closer by each tap on the floor, seemingly wishing to squeeze her like bugs she had on medraut’s desk.

Jules Joseph Lefebvre (1836 – 1911)

art details of headpiece jewelry

we argue in the kitchen, about whether to have children and about the world ending, and the scale of my ambition and how much is art really worth the very thing you're best at is the thing that hurts the most but you need your rotten heart your dazzling pain like diamond rings you need to go to war to find material to sing I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king I need my golden crown of sorrow my bloody sword to swing my empty halls to echo with grand self-mythology I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king but a woman is a changeling, always shifting shape just when you think you have it figured out something new begins to take what strange claws are these scratching at my skin? I never knew my killer would be coming from within I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king I need my golden crown of sorrow my bloody sword to swing I need my empty halls to echo with grand self-mythology 'cause I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king ho ho-oh-hoo ho-ooh ho-oh-oh-oh I was never as good as I always thought I was but I knew how to dress it up I was never satisfied, it never let me go just dragged me by my hair and back on with the show

the blooming flowers

the flowers bloom and birds chirp, as they follow path of a girl on a stroll. the child skips and so do they, beloved by warmth, beloved by fae. the songs grow bright like the light of the stars, and flower bloom to give food and nectar. they flowers cover the palace and lock those who stop, for the virgin footholder has come back to shop.

When I read the story of Mohammed Alanqer ( @famousturtlebanana ) I was reminded of my own dear father, Christopher, and how much he protected me during my childhood, so I dedicated this poem to them both. There are more similarities between the Alanqar family in Gaza and my family in Australia than there are differences.

Mohammed was supporting his young family (wife Enas, and children Layan, Sarah and Adam) with a tech startup when war broke out in Gaza. During the war, young Amir was born.

His son Adam has hepatitis and his son Amir has blisters on his feet. He is struggling to provide food for his children because the prices of groceries in Gaza are so high, and there is no aid coming in.

You can help by donating to his GFM. If you cannot afford that, you can share this post. If you're a creative of any type, he would love you to create art for him.

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Donate to Trapped Family in Gaza Appeals for Help to Survive, organized by Abdallah Alanqar

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from @thewestwoodarchives on ig . “Wow! Footage of the iconic kiss!

I don’t remember seeing this before as 90s Vivienne Westwood can be hard to find sometimes but here is footage of the iconic kiss was between Denis Lewis and Susie Bick for Vivienne Westwood’s Autumn/Winter 1990 “Portrait” collection!

Thank you to @pechuga_vintage for finding this!”

Thierry Mugler Fall Wonter 1995

you're allowed to be held.

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