[virgin-martyr]

“Tell me what darkness haunts you.”

— Euripides’ “Medea,” trans. Georgia Ann Machemer and Michael Collier

[disease]

NOBUYOSHI ARAKI / UNTITLED / 1970 [gelatin silver print | 5 1/8 × 3 9/16"]

[mournfulroses]

“I sing for you. / I sing / Of the signal maturity of your understanding. / Of your appetite for death and the taste of its mouth. / Of the sadness of your once valiant gaiety.”

— Federico García Lorca, tr. by Stephen Spender, from “Absent Soul,”

[cunninggreeneraven]

“Shadows grew in my veins, my bright belief, my head of dreams deeper than night and sleep.”

— Muriel Rukeyser, from The Collected Poems of M. R.; “Night Feeding,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[9710144]

punk void f/w 2020 shirts

[weltenwellen]

Mahmoud Darwish, from “Mural”, Mural

[scarecrowbox]

Construction in Space with Crystalline Centre, by Naum Gabo

[metamorphesque]

Winter Recipes from the Collective Louise Glück

[yakubgodgave]

Clothes by Alexander McQueen worn on a sculpture by Jack & Dinos Chapman, photo by Matthew Donaldson, Vogue Paris 1997/8

[lifeinpoetry]

“…I am still blazing in my golden hell.”

— Sylvia Plath, from To A Jilted Lover (via oiseauperdu)

[yakubgodgave]

Carol Christian Poell

[blackmoonmusings]

Fernando Pessoa, from The Book of Disquiet

[2001hz]

Maison Martin Margiela spring/summer (2009)

[salemwitchtrials-deactivated202]

“I, in my corner, with my monstrous needs.”

— Excerpt from ‘As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh,’ by Susan Sontag 

[goldcoasthoney]

[zegalba]

Adriana Lima For Elle Italy (2003)

[lifeinpoetry]

“For instance, what was I before I began.”

— Cynthia Cruz, from “Hotel Letters,” published in BOMB Magazine