It’s early summer,
the hopeless romantic in me found her way to the surface when the heat melted couple of my overprotective layers.
so here i am, allowing her a moment of spotlight and myself some vulnerability.
it’s past midnight, I’m sitting in floor of my kitchen eating fruits with a knife
wondering, if it’s really safe to romanticize life?
I indulge myself anyway, and think about how fruits can be considered a love language if you’re starved enough to taste love that’s throughly stained with muted apologies. 
I trust, that when the sun rises tomorrow all my attempts to romanticize life will sublimate and create a thick fog of melancholy that I’ll have no other option but to get lost into.
even so, tonight I’m tired enough to let it be and so i write this, my own report of pathology
officially it’s untitled, but I’m thinking: the pathology of love.
i start by resecting pieces of all the habits that i define my existence based on along with some of the heartache that i held onto for too long
deep down, i know some of it belongs to my mother
At least its mature flavor says so, that, balanced with the sweet essence of an overly ripe fruit that never belonged
Young and brash and an acquired taste.
it’s a poorly fixed microscopic tissue, preserved in a high percentage of feminine rage
Low expectations stained with love and paranoia alike and the question that asks itself:
is it benign or malignant?
is it infiltrating my soul, taking away from my potential to grow ?
It stays unanswered, an unforced error
because i always carry those little versions of me that vary in the percentage of their belief in my own bone marrow
a core biopsy will always show that i still believe.
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•Quotes: Anaïs Nin/ Sylvia Plath/ Virgina Woolf/ Franz Kafka/Marcel Proust/ Simone de Beauvoir/Anne Carson/ Andrea Gibson/Anaïs Nin
•Original context:
•Art reference:
1. British School - Head of a girl, c. 1850. 2. Painting ( details) by Richard E. Miller. 3. Paintings by Jen Mazza. 4. Neil Carroll Original Oil Painting Realism Impressionism. 5. The Gross Clinic (details), by Thomas Eakins 6. Wounds of the Earth by xis.lanyx. 7.painting by Herbert James Draper.
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Bad news again, Auntie, xis.lanyx (the person behind the bloody hands dipping in water) is all AI work.
G-D DAMMIT!
Thank you to everyone who hit my inbox to let me know. Now off I go to delete the post.
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❦ "𝓤𝓼𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓽.
𝓚𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓵 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓯𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓽.
𝓚𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓵 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓭𝓲𝓮."
~Yoko Ono
❦Art made by : xis.lanyx
❦Post inspired by @bebs-art-gallery
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EVERYONE, HEADS UP. IF YOU SEE "ART" WITH CREDITS FROM "THE PHANTOM PAINTER" AND "XIS.LANYX", IT'S AI GENERATED CRAP
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xis.lanyx stuff is AI
can’t have nothing in Detroit.
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