I Suspect That Anger Was My Mother

The moon was turned toward me Like a platter made of gold, My death, it almost bored me So often was it told.

[velvetcloak]

backstage @ robert wun SS26 couture show

[devils-queen]

✞ 666 ✞

[meiselr]

Archetype Inspirations | Lady of slaughter

[muppethole-deactivated20240312]

[swingbeard]

@entropytea

[rbhvleo]

it eats me alive.

[namtan]

[rbhvleo]

it eats me alive.

[farawayvisions]

[tapedeck-archive]

another last day, alex lemon // hadestown, anaïs mitchell // plainwater, anne carson // abbey, mitski // sonnet with pride, sherman alexie

[mikaeled]

She’s a hellcat, that one.

[phantomwidow-deactivated2020092]

“If I am anything, it is violence.”

— Alejandra Pizarnik, from ‘[…] Of the Silence’, Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962-1972 (trans. Yvette Siegert)

[nevver]

[thursday]

[amura]

[lifeinpoetry]

She was a red mouth a wound / spitting fire

Abigail Chabitnoy, from “She Gets Her Power From the Water,” How to Dress a Fish (via lifeinpoetry)

[florenctts]

[shrbrrpxr]

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