English Valentine (puzzle) Card 1790, Watercolour, pen and ink.
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English Valentine (puzzle) Card 1790, Watercolour, pen and ink.
The Postal Museum UK
— Sylvia Plath, from The Letters of Sylvia Plath Vol. I: 1940-1956 (via lunamonchtuna)
You were never mine, but I was always yours.
k.b. // sombr - i wish i knew how to quit you
Song, Allen Ginsberg
The bear loved the deer, it was obvious. It ripped the deer's throat out, and then licked the dying deer with the most passionate affection.
2026
"I won’t make myself digestible anymore. I will let people have indigestions”
Rainer Maria Rilke, from a letter featured in Letters to Merline, 1919-1922
by Takeuchi Seiho
Spellbound 1945, dir. Alfred Hitchcock
Fumi Yanagimoto
柳本史
Yoon Young Bae by Cho Gi Seok for Vogue US February 2023
Virgil Finlay - (1950)
Emily Brontë from “Death, that struck when I was most confiding”
Hieu Minh Nguyen, from “Staying Quiet"
Baby bear stickers ❤️
Maybe you did not feel how I carried you anew after our separation, how your blood spoke and how I sank in your water as I used to, even though its colour had changed. ‘I know this face,’ I say, then I deny knowing it. I howl like a dog whose ear they cut off and made him eat. Then I go mute and turn into a murderer. I know your smell. I deny it and flee. I return. I embrace you. I call out to you, and I cry. I go mad. I see you flying over defeated countries. I carry the irritability of a bullet, the depravity of a bomb. I leave naked wearing only a stolen helmet. I fill the sky with rotten shots given to us to make our suicide easier. I raise your body as a banner of horror and disappointment. As I fall, I call out, ‘It’s still raining blood!
Ramy Al-Asheq, tr. by Isis Nusair, from Ever Since I Did Not Die; “I Raise Your Body as a Banner of Horror and Disappointment”
Trista Mateer, from a poem featured in her collection titled The Dogs I Have Kissed