Baptiste Radufe By Byron Mollinedo - RedMilk Magazine

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“He’s been watching too many horror movies. Aidonsvalley is just a tourist trap for weirdos who believe in all that nonsense.”

AIDONSVALLEY (XXXX)

The creatures here don’t seem to like us.

Neil: i'm fine

Everyone else: you keep using that word. i do not think it means what you think it means

sometimes you just.. fuck a demon. have a one-night stand w/ an age-old malevolent entity. maybe even sometimes that blossoms into more. life's just like that, occasionally. like that's just how it is

Your father teaches you how to be the first one to walk away. Leave, before they realize you were not worth staying for.

Bianca Phipps, "The Heartbreaker Poem" 

“I heard a dark prediction rising in my own body.”

— Louise Glück, excerpt of Saint Joan (via antigonick)

andrew minyard: “andrew had made it very clear the first time he kissed neil how important an actual ‘yes’ was. this casual surrender wasn’t genuine consent.” joseph kavinsky: “consent is overrated.” yall: wow! theyre basically the same person omg !!!!!! 

tattoo artist who can encode magic into tattoos but doesn’t want people to know she can so she just puts low-level luck spells on her clients’ bodies without telling them

jeweller who makes body jewellery and pendants which have amulet properties and draw love and luck and happiness to their wearers without them realising it

piercing artist who keeps the remnants from her piercings and puts them all in little jars in the back of her shop to work sympathetic luck spells on all her clients

and then all three of them slowly realise what the others are doing and end up in a poly relationship living in a little shop in the shitty end of town, which gets curiously less shitty the longer they stay, and people think it’s just the development of the area but the three artists know

and they’re never rich and they’re never famous but they’re always happy because they have everything they need

they have the shop and they have their customers and they have each other

and when their customers are happy and content, they pack up and move on, all together now, to find another space with skin to be coloured and jewellery to be made and magic to be done.

i saw her and my heart crawled up my throat. like her eyes were the only stars on a clear night. but how do i tell her that the world is less real around her. everything stopped in the palm of her hands. like she could reform me from seawater. like she could revenge me all the nights i spent wanting.