How long can you lick a wound before the taste of blood no longer scares you — I’m asking for a friend
Sonya Vatomsky, “Spring Flowers,” from Salt Is for Curing (via facinaoris)

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How long can you lick a wound before the taste of blood no longer scares you — I’m asking for a friend
Sonya Vatomsky, “Spring Flowers,” from Salt Is for Curing (via facinaoris)
Mircea Suciu (Romanian, b. 1978), Stargazing, 2019. Oil, acrylic and monoprint on linen, 65.4 x 60.4 cm.
(Does that blood live inside me?) (Do I live inside that blood?)
— Kim Hyesoon, from “Red Scissors Woman,” tr. Don Mee Choi, published in The Margins
Jon Bernthal as Braxton in ‘The Accountant’ (2016)
the darkness is leaking from the cracks. I cannot contain it. I cannot contain my life.
Winter Trees; ‘Three Women (A Poem for Three Voices)’ by Sylvia Plath (via bluebeardsbride)
I love you. I love you, but […] my heart is closing like a fist.
Frank O’Hara, from Mayakovsky (via megairea)
How much longer must I carry this body of grief? Ono No Komachi
Cutie in a hoodie
Vargtimmen (Hour of the Wolf) - Ingmar Bergman - 1968 - Sweden
Yrsa Daley-Ward, “Contradictions and info”
perhaps home is not a place but simply an irrevocable condition.
James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room (via bluebeardsbride)
now that im kind of situated in my new place like. i should actually use this blog for further note-taking and analysis... prob gonna start with my analysis of 1x12 and how it’s actually about frank in purgatory that ive been meaning to do but... who knows quite frankly
also have the urge to revamp this sideblog and my main blog for quite literally no reason but we’ll get there i guess!
Jon Bernthal as Frank Castle in ‘The Punisher’ - 1x01 ‘3AM’
It lives in me. You live in me. Malignant.
Louise Glück, Firstborn
Our embrace lasted too long. We loved right down to the bone. I hear the bones grind, I see our two skeletons.
Anna Swir, from I’ll Open the Window (tr. by Czesław Miłosz and Leonard Nathan). (via bluebeardsbride)