Mari Lindisfarne Whore ❤️

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But nah, for real, *Blue Is the Warmest Color* vibes hit hard here. “I want you to touch me” — that’s what “whore” screams, right? It’s all about desire, power, fuckin’ NEED. Makes me happy as hell thinkin’ how it flips the script on judgy assholes. You call her a whore? She’s laughin’ all the way to the bank, fam! I’m over here losin’ my shit, like, “YAAAS, QUEEN, GET IT!”

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A year after the Viking raid on the Northumberland abbey at Lindisfarne. Bliss, the noble virgin daughter of a Northumberland earl, has been betrothed by her.

Sometimes, I stroll through Twig Alley in the West End. The narrow walk, lined with ancient gum trees, makes my heart thump. "Not all who wander are lost!" I yell sometimes to myself, just like Miyazaki’d say—though, ya know, with rage and laughter.

Poem: “A Lindisfarne Cross”