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noisymusiconpolitics · 8 days ago
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Art by 桃子桃子君丶
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noisymusiconpolitics · 25 days ago
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Expecting me to be a bigger person while I’m just 4’11 is wild
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noisymusiconpolitics · 26 days ago
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lazy mornings with vi
you woke up to the soft sunlight entering through the curtains of your shared bedroom, the light gave the room a warm golden glow, the ambience almost as soothing as it was to have vi by your side.
it was one of those rare occasions when your days off aligned, so you had the chance to wake up to your girlfriend clinging to you like a lifeline, her strong arms holding you close, her head resting on your shoulder, one of her legs thrown between yours, her breath warm on your skin.
you mindlessly started tracing her arm that rested on your stomach, following the path up her tattoo before entwining your fingers with hers. the gentle movement got her to stir, instinctually holding your hand and squeezing.
“morning, pretty” she murmurs, her voice heavy with sleep but not any less loving, her hand caressing yours, her lips leaving gentle, featherlight kisses on your neck and shoulder.
you close your eyes, letting out a soft, pleased sigh, “morning, love” you murmur, turning on her embrace to face her, brushing her cheek with your thumb “hi” you smile, not able to contain it when you see her sleepy expression.
vi smiles too, leaning to brush her nose on yours, the cool metal of her nose piercing grazing your warm skin “hi” she replies, pecking your lips, forehead, temple, the tip of your nose, her arms hugging your waist to tug you closer.
“clingy day?” your nearly whisper, your hands going to her pink strands that are smelling exactly like your shampoo today, you notice when you lean to kiss the top of her head, but you wouldn't mention, you know she likes smelling like you.
she just hums in affirmation between kisses on your neck and collarbone, her thumb tracing circles on the skin of your side, “sleep well?” she asks.
“yeah, it's always easier when you're home early” you answered, your eyes almost closing at the feeling of her lips and you didn't even think before exposing a little more of your neck for her.
“i know, i swear i'm trying to be done by six everyday” she murmurs, looking up at you, her blue eyes glowing under the gentle sunlight in the room but there was a faint guilt behind them. she's always worried about not giving you enough. attention enough, time enough, love enough.
“i know you're trying” you reassure, cupping her face, she immediately leans into your palm, “and you're succeeding, lately we're even having dinner together, that's progress” you chuckle.
that makes her smile again, she loves your laugh, loves to see your face lightning up so close to hers. “if we could i'd love to spend every day just like this. at home, with you... and maybe a dog”.
to that you smile again, “you want a dog?”
“yeah, maybe” she shrugs, “i'm getting a kitten for powder's birthday, maybe we could get a dog for ourselves too. two birds, one stone.”
you nod, “yeah, maybe” you repeated her words, pulling her a little closer as if that's possible, kissing her shoulder, closing your eyes once again to savour the warmth of her body seeping into yours, her bare chest against you.
she relaxes too, closing her own eyes, but holding you a bit tighter, as if you'd try to move away, as if she wouldn't survive not having you right there with her.
and you mindlessly plant kisses on her shoulder, up to her neck, and finally on her lips, starting a tender kiss that she answers to, you could feel a scar on her upper lip and her hands going to your hips to press you together.
she always kissed like it was the first and last time, one of her hands sliding up your body to find your nape and the back of your hair, angling your lips just enough to make the kiss even better. it's practice. she knows you better than yourself at this point.
and you couldn't help but dig your fingers on her back, almost scratching the tattooed skin, you know she likes it more than she'd ever say out loud.
and when the kiss ends it's gentle, her forehead resting against yours while you catch your breath.
then she leans to peck your lips one last time, her hands leaving your body just to adjust the sheets around you, “one more nap?” she offers, a smile on her lips as much as it was on her eyes.
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noisymusiconpolitics · 27 days ago
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You seek approval,
my subconscious implemented in my dreams. you build up illusions of yourself
and like a bridge thread of a spider web you give them to others
silky, sticky yet somehow,
you’re smooth enough to lure them to wrap you in all that you desire,
even if it’s their own pleasure.
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you’re not stuck you’re waiting, for an ending or a beginning
an unsolicited death, an indefinite life
you fear your own madness but the edge of it is what you live for.
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you wait, and wait and wait for love to visit the fragile home you made for yourself in this temporary world
but it’s not what you want, is it ?
because the moment it knocks on your door you rush to the arms of another,
paranoia or melancholy? It doesn’t matter.
you writhe and hiss until you shed a skin of a past life that you held on
For acceptance alone, if nothing else…
what is it that you truly desire?
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• Quotes: Susan Sontag/ Edgar Allan Poe/ Emily Dickinson/ Halsey/ Sylvia Plath/ Christa Wolf.
• Original context: Sinligh
• Art reference:
1. Art by Edward Burne-Jones. 2. Art from Sedmikrasky (Daisies). 3. Dave McKean, "Sandman" graphic novel. 4. Art by Roberto Ferri. 5. Painting by William Oxer. 6. Craww's "Woven".
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noisymusiconpolitics · 2 months ago
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— Nipuna Mehta (via @nipsyyy)
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noisymusiconpolitics · 2 months ago
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Else Fitzgerald, from "Everything Feels Like the End of The World," publ. in 2022
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noisymusiconpolitics · 2 months ago
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can someone recommend some beginner normal behaviors for someone looking to become normal
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noisymusiconpolitics · 2 months ago
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front facing egrets making me lose control of everything
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noisymusiconpolitics · 3 months ago
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闺女 the damsel
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noisymusiconpolitics · 3 months ago
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ohhh new hyperfix
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noisymusiconpolitics · 3 months ago
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joan of arc through pop culture.
joan of arc, leonard cohan / chappell roan for the vmas (2024) / unknown / leonard cohan / chappell roan / joan of arc kissing the sword of deliverance (1863), dante gabriel rossetti / joan of arc (1882) dante gabriel rossetti / unknown /bigmouth strikes again, the smiths / joan of arc (1999) / she's so high, tal bachman / unknown / joan of arc, 1865, john everett millais / kate bush / joan of arc, madonna / joan of arc / gerard way as joan of arc (2022) / right on time, red hot chili peppers / fiona apple / pearl, katy perry / zendaya at the met gala (2018) / karma come back, incubus
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noisymusiconpolitics · 3 months ago
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Monument to Joan of Arc by Princess Marie of Orleans erected at Orleans.
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noisymusiconpolitics · 3 months ago
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Twighlight conversation (Ron Hicks, 2013)
I have but one thought, Susie, this afternoon of June, and that of you, and I have one prayer, only; dear Susie, that is for you. That you and I in hand as we e’en do in heart, might ramble away as children, among the woods and fields, and forget these many years, and these sorrowing cares, and each become a child again — I would it were so, Susie, and when I look around me and find myself alone, I sigh for you again; little sigh, and vain sigh, which will not bring you home.
I need you more and more, and the great world grows wider, and dear ones fewer and fewer, every day that you stay away — I miss my biggest heart; my own goes wandering round, and calls for Susie — Friends are too dear to sunder, Oh they are far too few, and how soon they will go away where you and I cannot find them, dont let us forget these things, for their remembrance now will save us many an anguish when it is too late to love them! Susie, forgive me Darling, for every word I say — my heart is full of you, none other than you in my thoughts, yet when I seek to say to you something not for the world, words fail me.
(Emily Dickinson. Letter to Susan Hungtington Gilbert, June 11 1852).
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noisymusiconpolitics · 3 months ago
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Purgatory Canto 12, The Soul of Arachne (1867)
— by Gustave Doré
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noisymusiconpolitics · 3 months ago
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I shall think of you at sunset, and at sunrise, again; and at noon, and forenoon, and afternoon, and always, and evermore, till this little heart stops beating and is still.
Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Susan Huntington featured in Open Me Carefully: Emily Dickinson's Intimate Letters to Susan Huntington Dickinson
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noisymusiconpolitics · 3 months ago
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Stationery from Animal Crossing: City Folk (Nintendo Wii, 2008)
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noisymusiconpolitics · 4 months ago
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I just want to happy for once please
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