[causeyoucare]

Juan Rulfo, “La herencia de Matilde Arcángel”

[saudisociety]

i love all my mistakes i had fun

[theoptia]

Hélène Cixous, from The Selected Plays of Hélène Cixous; “Portrait of Dora”

Text ID: Can’t you love me a little? Just a little bit?

[tcmreads]

reading in bed. painting by marta astrain.

[causeyoucare]

Vicente Huidobro, Altazor

[letterful]

— MARGARET ATWOOD, from “Shapechangers in Winter.”

[holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe]

Giovanni’s Room by James Baldwin

[soracities]

“Imagine yourself in pieces. Imagine all the people who have known you for only a year or a month or a single encounter, imagine those people in a room together trying to assemble a portrait of you, the way an archaeologist puts together the fragments of a ruined facade, or the bones of a caveman. Do you remember the fable of the seven blind men and the elephant? It’s not that easy, after all, to know what you’re made up of.”

— Dan Chaon, Await Your Reply (via budddha)

[cultof-aphrodite]

Joy Harjo “Perhaps the World Ends Here”

[metamorphesque]

  — Penelope’s Song, Louise Glück  

[text ID: Who wouldn't want you? Whose most demonic appetite could you possibly fail to answer?]

[mashihho]

https://www.instagram.com/p/B4ydUWCFwOV/

[weltenwellen]

Jeanette Winterson, Lighthousekeeping

[arsvitaest-deactivated20260111]

Yayoi Kusama, Rain X.T., 1987

[seaymph]

“Don’t you think there is always something unspoken between two people?”

— Tennessee Williams, 27 Wagons Full of Cotton and Other Plays (via wordsnquotes)

[causeyoucare]

Mario Benedetti, Ustedes y nosotros

[fravery]

Painting by Thomas Zhuang

Street scene in NYC

[causeyoucare]

Mario Benedetti, Hombre que mira a otro hombre que mira