205 ratings (4.53 avg)
0 reviews
more photos (2)

Vulnavia Fangbangs

http://beautynursedondarkness-blog.tumblr.com

https://www.goodreads.com/vulnavia

Vulnavia’s Bookshelves

to-read‎ (117)
currently-reading‎ (0)
read‎ (201)
did-not-finish‎ (0)
queer‎ (25)
first-person-narrative‎ (19)
favorites‎ (17)
poetry‎ (17)

drugs‎ (15)
short-stories‎ (10)
fiction‎ (9)
memoir‎ (9)
goth‎ (8)
sex-workers‎ (8)
gothic-subculture‎ (6)
anthology‎ (5)

gothic‎ (5)
spoken-word-text‎ (5)
non-fiction‎ (4)
chapbooks‎ (3)
fashion‎ (3)
art‎ (2)
collectible-rarities‎ (2)
experimental‎ (2)

fetish‎ (2)
models-and-modeling‎ (2)
vampire‎ (2)
biography‎ (1)
cut-ups‎ (1)
erotica‎ (1)
essays‎ (1)
photography‎ (1)

Stats | More…

Vulnavia’s Quotes

“The movement
Of the body is

Where poetry
Begins”
― Clint Catalyst, Cottonmouth Kisses

tags: poetry, poetry-quote, poetry-quotes-life, writing, writing-process, writing-process-creative-process

6 likes

“During my 20’s and 30’s at some point I started to think, “I have to give it up and I have to grow up.” But the truth is that I can never give it up and that’s another thing that I always tell people, especially young people: don’t even bother thinking that you’re going to give up whatever your art or your creative thing is. It’s always there for you.”
― Alice Bag

tags: creativity, growing-up, inspirational, life

6 likes

“It’s 2009, a Thursday night in September, and I’ve stopped looking for stars in the Los Angeles sky. I settle instead for the ones I see in my head when I go three or four days without eating. Same difference.”
― Kris Kidd, I Can't Feel My Face

tags: eating-disorders, los-angeles

13 likes

“I’ve memorized the best angles in the bathroom mirror from which to see how badly I’ve disintegrated. I truly do go from sixty to zero.”
― Kris Kidd

tags: depression, eating-disorders

2 likes

“She didn’t know that my heart was a sandstorm waiting to open her skin in a desert of cuts. She didn’t know the animal that waited in my stomach, silently shredding the walls. For her, my heart wore small white shoes and carried a purse, went to bed early. I wanted to shoot myself into her arms so she understood the need to crash cars with me, to tear up pavement because we were beautiful.”
― Michelle Tea, Valencia

tags: longing, love, queer, queer-lit, queer-subculture

22 likes

More of Vulnavia’s quotes…