I Am Stirred to Go Among Wild Beasts

“Now, when the hunt is closed, hard on the quarry, savage in chase at last, ‘Die,’ she screams, riding.”

[nixscriptum]

[thedragonkeepr]

[tinyghosts]

“When I first found you I was filled with light, now the darkness grows and it is filled with crooked things, bitter and weak, each one bearing my name.”

— Mary Oliver, “Six Recognitions of the Lord” from Thirst (via fleurjaeggy)

[thefugitivesaint]

[lyricsilove]

[corropt]

Duane Michals - Sad Farewell

[artemishoney]

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[glazedeye-s]

𝙴𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚗 𝙱𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍, 𝙴𝚞𝚛𝚢𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚂𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚜 // 𝙼𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛, 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝙰𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚜.

[antoniosbanderas]

[a-quiet-green-agreement]

…a territory all strange and unvisited…

– Arthur Machen, from “Novel of the Black Seal,” The White People and Other Weird Stories (Penguin, 2011)

[sarahmichellesgellar]

[luthienne]

“Everything with me is either worship and passion or pity and understanding. I hate rarely, though when I hate, I hate murderously.”

— Anaïs Nin, from Henry and June: Unexpurgated Diary (1931 - 1932) of Anaïs Nin

[ronaldcmerchant]

[a-quiet-green-agreement]

I was thinking, If they only knew what I was really like. If they only knew I am really a monster.

– Mary Gordon, Thomas Mann in Gary, Indiana

[hauntedbyillangelsonly]

Jan Van Oost

[a-quiet-green-agreement]

When she approached me, my heart slowed. She spun me around like a good swing partner—assured, in control. I let myself go and laughed involuntarily. Gravity was gone.

Later, we danced so slowly we might as well have been standing. She bent her head toward my ear.

"You have the most beautiful hands I’ve ever seen," she said.

– Carmen Maria Machado, from “Mothers,” Her Body and Other Parties: Stories (Graywolf Press, 2017)

[burayagelkedicik-deactivated202]

[feral-ballad]

Yves Olade, from Bloodsport; “When rome falls”