[angelomared]

And december came but I did not see it. I lived as if I could see the world in my thoughts.

[angelomared]

I breathe but it is just for show. I do not live.

[dalberadiata]

Dany in Qarth

[dalberadiata]

This crown must be HEAVY, especially in the front part, so I added more jewelry hanging at both sides to sort of balance the weight.

[angelomared]

When spring comes, it will have been a year and, still, you take up so much room in my mind you might as well still be here.

I talk to you but you never answer.

[angelomared]

I hope I haunt you forever.

[angelomared]

When I'm alone, I go talk to the sea. The salty water is as sweet as he was. His love always tasted bitter.

[angelomared]

He lacks the womanly tenderness that grew with my breasts and hips.

[angelomared]

I was not in love at fourteen. I was not anything at fourteen.

[girlfictions]

— Fiona Apple

[plasmometer]

[plasmometer]

admech art? no! carpal tunnel syndrome art. hang in there

[plasmometer]

this post gets some traction so i'm gonna attach art on the topic that i made with my left hand

[aliceblakeart]

Patroclus and Achilles as portrayed in The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller ✨

[qvotable]

“Now I know I’ve got a heart because it is breaking.”

— Noel Langley; The Wizard of Oz

[slowtides]

when sandra cisneros said "For a long time after, I’d just burst into tears if anyone even touched me. Sometimes it’s like that when somebody touches you and you haven’t been touched in a long time." and when jamaica kincaid said "I felt very sad so I sat down. I felt so sad that I rested my head on my own knees and smoothed my own head. I felt so sad I couldn’t imagine feeling any other way again." and when sonia sanchez said "And I cried. For myself. For this woman talkin’ about love. For all the women who have ever stretched their bodies out anticipating civilization and finding ruins."

[derangedrhythms]

Shirley Jackson, from ‘The Bird’s Nest’

[menswearers]

just two friends on a fun & pleasant helicopter ride

[feral-ballad]

I have run out of compassion for wolves. I have run out of compassion for anyone who isn’t outraged.   I ran, & this stubborn body followed.   I am the opposite of forgiveness. I am all rage & shriek & flame.

Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; “For the rapists who called themselves feminists”

[firstfullmoon]

james baldwin was right. one day i’ll weep for this. one of these days i’ll start to cry.