aphelionbruise:

your lover dances on tombstones for a living. she’s got cliff teeth, twisted wire teeth, broken liquor bottle teeth. when she kisses you it cuts your lips. she’s a contact burn, doesn’t abide by the geneva convention, turns your eyes into just blindness with her flash like a gemstone. your lover’s got obsidian on her breath, whiskey halo. she’s an angel. angels are horrifying things.

dragon-in-a-fez:

overherewiththequeers:

personalgremlin:

this makes me want to cry

First of all, “…they were surrounded on all sides by echoes and images of themselves, in a world where image and object had not yet torn themselves apart” is one of the most poetic phrasings I’ve ever heard.

Second, here’s the original source, “What the caves are trying to tell us” by Sam Kriss.

Third, the original opens with:  “Every so often, I get the urge to drag someone into a cave, and show them something unspeakable.”

I had another point, but it got lost in the artful prose of this article.

I feel like “every so often, I get the urge to drag someone into a cave and show them something unspeakable” is something that’s okay for a paleolithic cave art expert to say, but like, absolutely no one else