fortress longing

female, lithromantic asexual, taking the rest into consideration. always learning. no theme. artwork. aesthetic things. macabre. probably nsfw. i'm a cannibal girl, i'll eat you up.

the mole digs under the earth looking for the sun. sometimes , he gets to the surface. when he sees the sun, he is blinded.



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Your tears are stars

“We fled to the Philippines, which was under American occupation at the time. But it wasn’t long before the Japanese took over the islands. We were living in Manila, and when the Japanese occupied the city, they began to teach us to read and write Japanese. When the Americans came to retake the city, they invaded from the north, and the Japanese blew up the bridges and barricaded themselves in the southern part of the city where we lived. Shells were falling all around us, because the Japanese had stationed a gun encampment across from our house. One morning, we decided to make a run for the hospital, so that we could put ourselves under the protection of the Red Cross. Our neighbors were running in front of us, pushing their belongings on a pushcart, when they stepped on a land mine and the whole family was killed. We kept running, but when we got to the main street, there was a checkpoint and we weren’t allowed to cross. So we hid beneath a house, and soon we were discovered by Japanese soldiers. They lined us all up against the wall to be executed. We begged and begged and begged for our lives. They finally allowed my mother and the children to step aside, but they told my father to stay. My mother dropped to her knees and asked the Japanese commander to imagine it was his family. And he finally let all of us go.”

Paolo Porpora (1617- ca 1673) - Nature morte aux coquillages
Toile (44,5 x 67 cm)
Fondation Custodia, Collection Frits Lugt 

Oh, all the times I fled from you, why didn’t I stay…