Helena.

She’s the moon’s breath. Surrender to the pull of her tides.

Meet me at 35.0270° N, 135.7982° E if you’re in the business of getting lost. Only accepting serious participants.

When your cup runs empty, let me fill yours. Misery loves company, so my ears are open and my arms are yours to fall in. I would pull you back by your hand before you ever succumb to that bottomless pit, teerak.

Basking in the mutual weirdness without inhibitions? Beautiful. Give me all of yours. I will eat it up, my fiery temptress.

There, there. We can console you with prosciutto and marinated mozzarella while Jenna and I take over for a bit. We promise to let you finish the last few bits.

Hey, step aside, Charles! Let Jenna and I have a go. This is a bonding activity, but it seems friendships are about to be tested…

adorned in alchemy
she casts spells on him,
tying her soul to his and
manifesting his lips against
her lily throat, her carotid artery
pulsing in time with his heartbeats

The catharsis in letting out a resounding ‘fuck.’”

Oh, how I adore those two. I’ve only heard the loveliest things about you from them and I can’t wait to get to know you better. The lot of us need to get together one night with a 1000-piece building block set, a charcuterie board, and some wine. Go straight into battle during the first meetup.

I’m looking perfection (you) dead in the eye right now. There’s no doubt about it.

Nothing is perfect, but your imperfections are quaint.

I can never play hooky when it comes to Hoeology 101, teach. Approaching for a hoe hug now.

What a shame we all became such fragile, broken things. Nothing compares to a quiet evening alone. That’s what you get when you let your heart win, my little decoy. Once a whore, you’re nothing more. You made yourself a bed at the bottom of the blackest hole.

What is in the air today that I have had Paramore’s Riot! album stuck in my head?

Where are you displaying me? (Top shelf. I prefer to be within your reach only, 5’9”.)

Hoe present. How may I serve you?

The way we’re all treading these dangerous waters cautiously without a lock feature. Hold on, I’m planting us in a hut. I’ve been admiring from afar, but it’s so nice to finally meet you, Jenna. My eyeballs always pop out of my head in cartoon-style hearts at how achingly precious you two are.

I hate it. It’s a battle between exhibitionism and not wanting to be perceived by strangers.

Truth. Thank you for reminding me I need to renew my library card this weekend.

Her chest full of
ravens and doves,
the alchemy of
lust and love,
the original drug.

thick incense smoke pooling around the altar, sharp thorns and lighting black candles in the dark.

Drizzled in loads of chili oil—I got you, angels. Camalina Jr. and I thank you for your kindness.

Our handles were showing up as “Invalid Handle” on our profiles, but it disappeared. Must have just been a Ciel Bleu glitch.

manuscript of bram stoker's dracula playscript (1897).

[text ID: The house was very quiet, and the fog—we are in November now—pressed against the windows like an excluded ghost.]

― e.m. forster, howards end

No, Bluesky, why are you invalidating my handle? Disrespectful.

Can you guys grab me a bag of frozen chicken dumplings? I will name my firstborn after you.

Helpful Tips from Helena:

Make like an axolotl by acquiring regenerative abilities and resorting to cannibalism when you’re hungry.

Trouble and the sound of your laughter would revive these blue skies, don’t you think?