DARKWHITECAVE
ASK   "When I find the swanlights, my eyes cry species, casting green and gold upon the black water. When a Horse jumped from a Dolphin's body, a crystal white shard of living light pierced through my gut like a whaler's spear; it tore through my stomach, that revealing curse. Apollo calls his prey, and sirens sweat the bluebell's coarse toward thin spiral memories. I ache, the white plateau... so grant me absence, that the golden threads may rise at last, my eyes dumb blind and donefold. "

Alexander/Retail Slave/20/Queer/Studying Evolutionary Biology and Sculpture Reno, NV
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Well I’m back from NYC.

work and school tomorrow ugh aka real life.

this is the last you’ll hear of that antony show I PROMISE just watch this. that brass section was ridiculous.

— 4 months ago with 3 notes
#antony  #antony and the johnsons  #swanlights 
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