#Cat Woywod
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#cat woywod#cryptid#cryptidcore#local cryptid#gender#criptid#cryptid gender#cryptidgender#mirror mask
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Neues Kulturprojekt „Kultur trifft Leerstand“ mit erster Ausstellung
Neues Kulturprojekt „Kultur trifft Leerstand“ mit erster Ausstellung
Neues Kulturprojekt „Kultur trifft Leerstand“ mit erster Ausstellung (Copyright: Stadt Kassel; Foto: Fiona Sophie Körner ) In Kassel gibt es ab sofort mit „Kultur trifft Leerstand“ ein neues Kulturprojekt, das ausgehend von der Frage entstanden ist, wie Kultur zu einer zukunftsfähigen Nutzung der Kasseler Innenstadt beitragen kann. Kassels Kulturdezernentin Dr. Susanne Völker hat das Konzept…
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#Ausstellung#Cat Woywod#Dr. Susanne Völker#Innenstadt#Kulturdezernentin#Kulturprojekt#Neu#Neuste#Wirtschaftsförderung
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RRules: We’re snooping on your playlist. Set your entire music library to shuffle and report the first ten tracks that pop up! Then chose ten additional friends.
I was tagged by @londongypsy - OK!
1) Wonderful Tonight - Eric Clapton
2) Sweet Dreams - Eurythmics
3) Girl With No Eyes - It’s a Beautiful Day
4) Money - Pink Floyd
5) Sound of Silence - Disturbed
6) Girls Just Want to Have Fun - Cindy Lauper
7) Crying - Roy Orbison
8) Stairway to Heaven - Led Zeppelin
9) Bridge of Sighs - Robin Trower
10) Father and Son - Cat Stevens
I tag @mental-leaps , @lunadax, @rox712, @karin-woywod , @mouseymodesty, @mollydobby, @londoncallingsigh, @froofie , @denverchick , @duskybatfishgirl, @whenisayrunrun, @largo
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Woke up to the sound of something
slowly moving in my room
moonlight hitting my heart like a laser ray
the realisation that I am not dreaming
Sometimes the demon under your bed
is just a moth
asking to be let out the window into the night
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#cat woywod#cryptid#cryptidcore#local cryptid#gender#cryptid gender#cryptidgender#drag#abstract drag
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Hometown gothic
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Hometown Gothic
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11:11
11th May
She would've turned 99 today
Burned by the Aurora Borealis
I hear voices
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Lay me down in my grave
Go bring my body back go the sea
Thats the true way to love me
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It seems like
I still dont know
What this is all about
trust sounds like a bone
touch feels a blooming garden in a thunderstorm
Gonads to the ground
Wayfinding
Ripples
Contractions
It feels like
I still know
What this is all about
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I couldn't arrive yesterday
eventhou all the doors were open.
Trembling at invisible threshold.
I felt the veils streaming through faintly only when the trembels resolved into deep rooted sobs flowing into what shaped into an ocean across my heart.
I could not arrive yesterday because I am too far away from its waters.
Tears make way for streams,
turning into floods the next day.
The rapids flushed out my memories.
Shapeshifted all over the place.
Instead finding paths that I deemed impossible.
I remember my heaving heart exhaling resonantly, overwhelmed by waves until gently anchoring across nodes of my frame while slowly make it back to a new earth.
I am disappointed when my teethmarks leave no trace for me to find my way back
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When I close my eyes
and all my thoughts pass by
until I can focus within myself
There is another pair of eyes looking back at me in the space behind my eyelids.
I feel safe when I meet them.
I can feel my heart
rippling through the surrounding body,
too buried within,
too close to the surface.
A raw nerve, an antenna as well.
My beating heart pulses in the same manner as Wound.
Salt between my legs and salt from my eyes.
Something must've gone wrong
if I cannot make out the difference.
The touches I crave feel threatening
I could die but I am also willing
since this is also how I come alive.
If only I wouldn’t cut myself on the edges of broken trust though.
Grief lives in my bed at all times.
Post-funeral arousal.
Awake or asleep.
Dead or dreaming.
To share this feels like my heart is bound to break.
At mercy of my Gifts
If fate happens
when I do not engage in life with agency,
What do I meet when I do
The borders are blurred but navigations clearer.
I carry them on my body
I carry them within my body
I carry you within my body
Eyes looking back at me
Heart beating
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