lilmaemd
lilmaemd
lilmaemd
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ᗢ₊✧˚ · child of sea blues; devotee of golden sun rays on salty skin;˚✧₊ᗢ · an alien from outer space disguised as human being
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lilmaemd · 4 days ago
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lilmaemd · 4 days ago
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– Jamie Oliveira | from "Erosion"
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lilmaemd · 4 days ago
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Blood is the ink that writes the story of endings and beginnings, the silent witness to the dark rituals of life and death intertwined. In the shadows, where light dares not stay, I find a strange kind of beauty — raw and unyielding. It’s in the crimson stains on pale skin, the slow pulse of warmth fading into cold, the way darkness wraps around the broken and forgotten like a lover’s embrace.
Death is not a final silence but a transformation — a shedding of flesh to reveal what is beneath, raw and unmasked. The scent of iron and earth mingles with the quiet drip of blood, a rhythm both eerie and hypnotic. In this place, where decay is natural and necessary, the macabre becomes a sacred dance. The shadows don’t hide fear here; they reveal truth.
I watch as life seeps away, not with terror, but with awe — the inevitable surrender to the dark tide that carries all things home. Blood is the pulse of this dark art, the mark of what was and what will be. In the dance of shadows and stains, I see a beauty untouched by the fragile light of day, a beauty fierce, unapologetic, and eternal.
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lilmaemd · 4 days ago
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Butterflies and Flowers | Hiroko Otake
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lilmaemd · 12 days ago
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lilmaemd · 4 months ago
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lilmaemd · 4 months ago
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⋆˙⟡🪶─ .✦📜⊹₊ ݁.
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⋆˙⟡🪶─ .✦📜⊹₊ ݁.
Our beloved Boka, bride of Adriatic,
Covered with sky as with a blue silk,
You are prettier than your seaside fairy,
And more lucent than her jewelry.
I could never get weary
of looking upon you!
And if I could only become a wave
of the blue sea of yours, so I could, before your strand,
to forever rustle and sing to you.
And gaze upon with you blue Lovćen of yours!
And one day, when Lord beckons,
When our eagles sail up high.
And when the hard irons fall off your wrists,
I shall listen to the hymn of triumph from your hills,
and celebrate with you the day of golden freedom!
𝜗𝜚 Boka, Aleksa Šantić 𝜗𝜚
⋆ english translation of this song is available on this link! ⋆
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lilmaemd · 6 months ago
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lilmaemd · 1 year ago
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Lady Gaga for Vanity Fair (2012) Photography: Annie Leibovitz
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lilmaemd · 1 year ago
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nina sayers is me, I'm her (minus the ballet).
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lilmaemd · 1 year ago
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lilmaemd · 1 year ago
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