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Subduer and subdued

Eternal ornament

Serpent-girded drinker of blood. Feaster upon hearts. Giver of madness, giver of ecstasy. Granter of desires.

Shitpost apprentice.

Pics and creative writing. What I’m becoming and what I’ll never be again.
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Till it looks like ________
The faces of: -duke leto II the god emperor of dune well into his symbiosis with the sandtrout pre-worm bodies -Elon Musk -Donald Trump
December 13, 2025 at 8:54 PM
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Today’s message from meditation. Putting it out there in case anyone is supposed to see it.
A spiral notebook with a handwritten message that reads: life will be wondrous to eyed primed to see wonder. do not cling to ideas formed in crisis. allow yourself the space and time to fully evolve.
December 13, 2025 at 6:32 PM
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I don’t wanna know your star sign I wanna know how you bite into one of these babies
5 Lindt truffles. Which obviously have to be eaten shell-first.
December 10, 2025 at 4:29 PM
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A privileged cell
Dark days but beautiful light
Quietly coping
The view from the foot of a bed. A woman in white thigh-high stockings is crawling on her hands and knees towards the headboard. Daylight pours in from a transom window above the bed and highlights her back. The view from the foot of a bed. A woman in white thigh-high stockings is mid-crawl towards the headboard. Daylight pours in from a transom window above the bed and highlights her shoulder and back.
December 10, 2025 at 1:11 AM
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“I want you to zoomorphize a concept (Imagine it as an animal). An emotion, a memory, a state of being.”

Distance is a honeybee
Forever circling
The endless miles between
The nectar of your touch
And the bloom of my need

#poetry #MPPrompt
Distance is a honeybee Forever circling The endless miles between The nectar of your touch And the bloom of my need
December 8, 2025 at 3:05 AM
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I wrote this about 4 feet away from a camouflaged monster while thinking about how much I prefer monsters who own the fear they command.
There is nowhere more in-between than a silent courtroom Third floor A full business day of captivity Spent posing frozen On this tiny wooden bench Pretending the one who stole my trust Isn’t clearing his throat one row behind. And the moment when I remind myself That this will end Is the moment I realize I’m here Tapping these syllables Nails painted ballet pink Shoes match coat Nails match plug Somewhere outside this room Someone is thinking of me Of my laugh, and my rage Taking the last stand Spitting in the face of exhaustion to furnish spite Holding the pose Until failure Everything burns until The sound crashes through the ceiling The dollhouse breaks apart in the work of his words A smirk or a slap or a kiss forever attached As I shift my hips And remember The way he drawls the R When he calls me good girl.
December 4, 2025 at 11:43 PM
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My destiny arrives. The prophecy is complete.
Lily Allen’s West End Girl Is Being Released On Butt Plug-Shaped Usb Drives Image Lily Allen has revealed her trolling game to be top-notch by announcing that her West End Girl album will be available on butt-plug shaped Usb drives. Today (December 3rd), the singer’s webstore has launched preorders for Usb drives that have West End Girl preloaded on them — and they happen to be in the shape of a sex toy that fits up your rear end. It’s essential to note that it’s not an actual plug. The website notes that the item, that’s available in “limited quantities,” is listed as “a novelty Usb device intended for data storage only.”
December 4, 2025 at 3:05 PM
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“Write me a poem about something that unfolds over an age. An eon.”

what eye can spot an ocean disappearing

#poetry #MPPrompt
The marriage didn’t end It receded The shore slips The sand dries The bonds drift The links weaken The heart shifts The mind lies And what eye can spot an ocean disappearing? Tiny tasks keep you too busy To hear daily drowning cries Deception and delusion Shape a bargain that’s relieving Lilies mask the stench Long after something dies False beliefs Gave life convenience Tired glances still see waves in the heat of desert skies
December 3, 2025 at 8:08 PM
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There’s an entire Rorschach test in the phrase “someone else’s noise” as a poetry prompt. Here’s what I saw.

#poetryprompt #MPPrompt
Born into strange hands Sounds seep steep and stain Shrieks, beeps Clangs, congratulations Coos and wails She looks like you But she has my eyes Pride and joy Listen closely 8 minutes old Gemini You have dreams to fulfill. Born into strange roles Foreign to the endless soul Shrunk to fill 6 lbs, 7 oz Of potential. Formed absorbing Someone else's noise Destined to find The silence inside That knows Where to go.
December 1, 2025 at 3:57 AM
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Pink Friday. Stay naked, shop small, buy stuff that actual people make.

Wishing you pretty snowflakes a very merry season full of the nut milk nog of your choice
N&S is lying naked on her side on her bed. Her emotional support lamp is giving off a pink light. Her upper body is covered in baroque tattoos. She’s holding her phone above her with one arm, looking at the lens and wondering why in fuck’s sake she needs to hide and be seen at the same time. Same as before but she’s looking down.
November 28, 2025 at 6:17 PM
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10 minutes to write, strictly enforced so I wouldn’t take too much poetic license to the advice I got and would/will give.
It wasn’t ’normal’ But it’s real. It ‘counts’ But it wasn’t deserved. I’m sorry it happened. But I’m here as you Make it make sense To remind you With love It will never make sense. And in the unending Struggle to roll every boulder Back to the beginning of its descent I will bear witness and sing to you Softly as a doe’s eyes When salt stings your own Louder than the fear If momentum takes hold If trust tries to turn To sweet almond decay You are common and uncommon You are gently forged in your need To see You are as wounded as anyone else.
November 27, 2025 at 4:10 PM
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November 22, 2025 at 9:25 PM
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The polite, correct way to accept samples at the farmers market.
Don’t be rude
November 22, 2025 at 5:00 AM
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Howsabout a Skarsgård? Gustaf specifically
November 20, 2025 at 7:56 PM
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Guess which song off West End Girl I was dancing to
November 17, 2025 at 2:05 AM
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Finished my cookie, still haven’t put on Go Outside Clothes and I sure as shit ain’t started my mantra yet.
November 16, 2025 at 8:00 PM
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I loved this prompt and it’s the weekend, so I gave myself an indulgent half hour to draft something. Where do all the leaves go after the fall?

#poetryprompt #MPPrompt
No Fault Becoming brittle brings bereavement Surrender first forced falls fluttering Details diving downward to decay Summer’s chaotic canopy calms A dismissive DA reasons with doubt As ground gleans glimpses of grief Crunching footfalls littered with lies Bold bare branches stab psyches and skies I think of you when the wind whistles The reason I check the locks twice
November 15, 2025 at 7:22 PM
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Gave myself 10 minutes and this came out.
#MPPrompt
All my ghosts have bones Flesh stretched and etched across what truly haunts The mind that conjures them When sleep is a memory All my ghosts have blood A shallow glass splinter driven deeper by the hand holding the tweezers And sudden drops stain the sheets All my ghosts have tongues Driven inside me whispers behind me pray their eyes don’t find me As I rinse the wounds In the holy silence of 3 am Alone in bed
November 14, 2025 at 9:44 PM
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Because these bad boys just got me good, because I’m so ticklish in that spot that I actually laughed, because I wonder if everyone does the syllable counting thing on their fingers when they read a haiku:

Peony petals
Tickle my lips leaning in
Scent their playful lure
Closeup of fluffy ruffled pale pink peony petals in a flower arrangement. They tickle me every time I lean in close to smell them
November 6, 2025 at 3:26 AM
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I did A Therapy today and it was good. 🧠 soothed. Still hamster. Still on wheel of things I can’t control, but learning oh so deeply about patience, resilience, acceptance. Future Self is out of the cage, so I’m keeping faith in the meantime.
Just a lil lady with the sun behind her hair Just a lil lady with the sun behind her hair and she’s smiling a little more
October 29, 2025 at 4:29 PM
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October 26, 2025 at 12:20 AM
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I don’t want to be the girl quietly fighting her nerves at the end of the bar. But I’ll make myself do it.
I don’t want to feel strangers’ eyes on me as I walk in. But I’ll make myself do it.
A few deep breaths and I’ll make myself go get in the car.

How I wish you were here to make me stay.
October 25, 2025 at 1:03 AM
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Breathe with me.
October 24, 2025 at 9:58 PM
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“What do you want to be for Halloween?”

. . . a trick and a treat
Sabrina Carpenter’s Man’s Best Friend album cover
October 23, 2025 at 6:29 PM
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Sometimes I don’t write unless I’m told to.
A woman’s POV of her body lying on a bed. She’s wearing an unbuttoned denim shirt, white underwear, and brown suede knee-high stiletto boots. There’s faded handwriting on her thigh.
October 21, 2025 at 8:46 PM