It may as well be at your pretty hands

Paula | she/they | XXIV | and if I’ve got to suffer,

[geryone]

i love you, it looks like rain, June Gehringer

[marbleboa]

something from nothing

[laterkiss]

i have [gestures vaguely] my tendencies

[inkpressedpetals]

[proustitute]

“and this [ ruinous god [ I swear did not love [ but now because [ and the reason neither [ nothing much [”

— Sappho, fragment translated by Anne Carson in If Not, Winter

[peoniepoetals]

“I go on loving you like water but / there is a terrible breath in the way all of this”

— John Ashbery, in “The Tennis Court Oath” from The Tennis Court Oath

[emmasephemera]

“We can use whatever words we choose. But words can be dangerous. Sometimes they asphyxiate what we would like them to give birth to.”

— Eugenio Barba - - The Paper Canoe

[orpheuslament]

Closet Devotions, Richard Rambuss

[rathayibacter]

sometimes artists worry if their art is actually capable of making the world a better place, or if its all just wasted effort. what you need to remember is: all art is evil, and the sole aspiration of the artist should be to maim as many onlookers as possible.

[launien]

[shownumetal]

[theoptia]

Anne Carson, from Plainwater: Essays and Poetry

Text ID: Two hundred and ten million years of desire wash through me. Blood-eater.

[theoptia]

Joseph Campbell, from The Hero with a Thousand Faces

Text ID: When our day is come for the victory of death, death closes in; there is nothing we can do, except be crucified—and resurrected; dismembered totally, and then reborn.

[vamqira]

I believed myself to be polluted by the unnatural love I had inspired, and that I was a creature cursed and set apart by nature.

Mathilda, Mary Shelley

[kafkaswasteddayz]

not now honey, mommy’s yearning for something that once was and will never be again

[petaltexturedskies]

I want my eroticism mixed with love. And deep love one does not often experience.

Anaïs Nin, from Delta of Venus

[c-kiddo]

every ICE agent could die right now and they'd all deserve it