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new post ! i am trying to cope with having no steady income currently, because my job i was just hired at in march straight up lied to me about hours when they hired me :((( so i've barely been working there (literally one single day in april, 4 days total as of writing this) but i still have to pay bills and stuff :(

i am trying so desperately to get a new job. i have another part time job right now but that is very unstable and i only ever work like 1-3 days a month if that, not enough to live on by far.

but well...i have poetry chapbooks!

each one is several poems long (my most recent one has 20) and they are PDFs you can download and have forever!!! each one is just one dollar, or you can type in any number you would like to pay for it ! the site is v easy to buy from and totally safe so don't worry!

here are brief descriptions of them and links to download them!

LOBOTOMIE (2020) : The feeling of going quietly insane, existing as a ghostly creature walking apart from the rest of the world. You are watching. Drowning. And craving.

SELENE SINGS ME TO SLEEP (2020) : Half-dead princesses and lively vampires... On the darkest autumn nights, beauty and fear have an illustrious affair, as fairytale mingles with gentle horror story, entombed in romance most deadly.

WOLF WING (2023) : The horrors of love, or rather, the horrors of one's own desires. Hatred and fury and anguish form the lens through which we look at lust, family, gender, and the coming of winter.

LULLABIES FOR SLEEPWALKING (2023) : You are the villain in your story and everyone else's--a vampire, a siren, a ghost. And all you want is to love, but how can you love yourself when you're a creature from hell? All you can do is wail, and dream strange dreams.

WILT (2024) : It's the loneliness that is most unbearable, even surrounded by the beauty of spring and summer. There is a simmering anger, too. And above all else, a painful, howling desperation to be seen, to be accepted, to be loved. You are the wildflower, clawing up from the soil like a grave.

WILT is my most recent chapbook i just published and i'm very proud of it!!! check it out!! here are some examples of poems from it!

and here is my poetry tag in general, most if not all are from my chapbooks. (if you want to know which one something is from just ask!)

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so LOL my new job completely fucked me over and scammed me by telling me i'd work 20 hours a week immediately, then saying they won't have proper availability for a few more weeks, now saying they can barely give me hours at all, IF ANY, for the foreseeable future.

well my life goes on and continues to include expenses even as i try to apply for new jobs

in the meantime well my poetry books are still for sale!

you can get them for as little as 1 dollar or customize the amount to anything! PLEASE THEYRE NOT BAD- (INSERT REVIEWS HERE) the site is perfectly safe to buy from and v easy!

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Lady Anjelina

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by Austėja Liupševičiūtė

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Albert Camus and his cat, Cigarette

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Those critics who read Frankenstein as an incest tale see the monster as a psychoanalytic symbol, as a living psychic projection whose importance lies in what he means to Frankenstein rather than in what the monster himself feels and suffers. Those critics who read the monster as a daughter focus on the monster's anger and pain, but tend to skirt the importance of the incest theme to the monster's anguish. When Frankenstein is read through the lens of Mathilda, the tale of father-daughter incest that Shelley wrote immediately after Frankenstein, one can propose a fuller interpretation: Frankenstein tells the story of a father and daughter locked in bitter conflict; more specifically, Mary Shelley portrays Victor Frankenstein as a paternal figure who projects his own incestuous guilt upon his creature and, having made it monstrous, rejects it.

‘My Hideous Progeny': Mary Shelley, William Godwin, and the Father-Daughter Relationship by Katherine C. Hill-Miller

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W I L T

It's the loneliness that is most unbearable, even surrounded by the beauty of spring and summer. There is a simmering anger, too. And above all else, a painful, howling desperation to be seen, to be accepted, to be loved. You are the wildflower, clawing up from the soil like a grave.

my 5th poetry chapbook! get the pdf here! (it only costs one dollar or you can pay anything you would like!)

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love this interaction between them

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making love in the afternoon with garfunkel up in my bedroom

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if u pay attention there are themes and motifs on my blog

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we used to have pretty little liars. we used to

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so LOL my new job completely fucked me over and scammed me by telling me i'd work 20 hours a week immediately, then saying they won't have proper availability for a few more weeks, now saying they can barely give me hours at all, IF ANY, for the foreseeable future.

well my life goes on and continues to include expenses even as i try to apply for new jobs

in the meantime well my poetry books are still for sale!

you can get them for as little as 1 dollar or customize the amount to anything! PLEASE THEYRE NOT BAD- (INSERT REVIEWS HERE) the site is perfectly safe to buy from and v easy!

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top five erotic leonard cohen lyrics

"you make love very well/you touch me like i touch myself" from "do i have to dance all night"

"it don’t matter how you worship as long as you’re down on your knees" from "light as the breeze"

"i love to see you naked over there/especially from the back" from "take this longing"

"sometimes i see her undressing for me/she's the soft naked lady that love meant her to be" from "tonight will be fine"

"the hyacinth wild on my shoulder/my mouth on the dew of your thighs" from "take this waltz" (which is of course borrowed in translation from federico garcía lorca)

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some of the brightest minds of our generation post on tumblr during work hours

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i'm really in a jeeves & wooster watching kind of mood

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but if I don't get weird and horny about this then who will

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“Lord Byron gets up at two. I get up, quite contrary to my usual custom … at 12. After breakfast we sit talking till six. From six to eight we gallop through the pine forest which divide Ravenna from the sea; we then come home and dine, and sit up gossiping till six in the morning. I don’t suppose this will kill me in a week or fortnight, but I shall not try it longer. Lord B.’s establishment consists, besides servants, of ten horses, eight enormous dogs, three monkeys, five cats, an eagle, a crow, and a falcon; and all these, except the horses, walk about the house, which every now and then resounds with their unarbitrated quarrels, as if they were the masters of it… . [P.S.] I find that my enumeration of the animals in this Circean Palace was defective … . I have just met on the grand staircase five peacocks, two guinea hens, and an Egyptian crane. I wonder who all these animals were before they were changed into these shapes.”

— Percy Bysshe Shelley on the lifestyle of Lord Byron (via timemarauder)