boiling bathtime (by hkvam)
(Source: infntblood)
(Source: just-suck-it-and-see)
“She said that she would dance with me if I brought her red roses,”
cried the young Student; “but in all my garden there is no red
rose.”
From her nest in the holm-oak tree the Nightingale heard him, and
she looked out through the leaves, and wondered.
(Source: blooded-dreams)
Across the ocean of milk I sail
in a battered rowbot
with a merciless toddler as caption.
He leads the way I steer the ship
through the liquid stars.
X marks the spot, land ahoy!
Sreams and wails come from the young boy
We disembark to find the treasure we long await
His mother proudly stands before us with her hand resting on a gate
“Turn against the tide’” she tells me, “it’s not your time yet!”
She pushes , and shoves, after she kisses my head
And I awake next to him in my coffin bed
