glory! : venusian, saturnian

washer

Goodnight my love Remember me as you fall to sleep Fill your pockets with the dust and the memories That rises from the shoes on my feet I won't be back here Though we may meet again I know it's dark outside Don't be afraid Everytime I ever cried from fear Was just a mistake that I made Wash yourself in your tears And build your church On the strength of your faith Please Listen to me Don't let go Don't let this desperate moonlight leave me With your empty pillow Promise me the sun will rise again I too am tired now Embracing thoughts of tonight's dreamless sleep My head is empty My toes are warm I am safe from harm...

Sunday, January 18, 2026

venusian, saturnian

magical friday night.

friends and drinks. beautiful days with people i love. im in heaven with my friends.

we slipped away to interpol for a second. he kissed my neck lightly, i let him. he wanted to kiss me, he said to do so whenever i felt like it. i guess its fine, i don't feel unsafe. just a normal amount after all i've gone through. less than that. we agreed on a half-friendship, as i said. we're going out. i like him a lot. i think he's the sweetest but i'm so scared of uncertainty. im scared of losing him or getting hurt. losing him now would break my heart all over again. its that serious already. its good we're taking precautions.

he has these eyes, rich black. the sky reflects off them so brightly when its daytime. at night, theyre like nothing else in the world. dark and pooling. theyre slightly slanted up, catlike. pinched up. this wonderful softness to his face and stare, a real strength to his shoulders. i like him. so different, no bones poking out of veins bulging all over. thicker skin, his strong perfume, sweet and long. i like him.

im working on hexes, ill curse eventually. im breaking people, three individuals, im breaking them and their relationships. im going to cash a check that has been hanging over me for a bit too long.

the blows you've dealt unto the world, my heart, they will run to you like dogs over the course of your miserable insect lives, over and over.

dream of me now.

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sylvia plath, the bell jar

I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.

Psalm 18: 6-11

In my distress I called upon the Lord, And cried out to my God; He heard my voice from His temple, And my cry came before Him, even to His ears. Then the earth shook and trembled; The foundations of the hills also quaked and were shaken, Because He was angry. Smoke went up from His nostrils, And devouring fire from His mouth; Coals were kindled by it. He bowed the heavens also, and came down With darkness under His feet. And He rode upon a cherub, and flew; He flew upon the wings of the wind. He made darkness His secret place; His canopy around Him was dark waters And thick clouds of the skies.