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i look for God everywhere

[flowerytale]

Florence Welch during the High As Hope Tour, photographed by Lillie Eiger

[feral-ballad]

Sandra Cisneros, from Loose Woman: Poems; "Bay Poem from Berkeley"

[closet-keys]

Underrated form of intimacy: being silly together

[classichorrorblog]

Hellraiser |1987| Clive Barker

[nixscriptum]

[macabrevampire]

devotion comes so naturally to me

[subbyluca-deactivated20260522]

[derangedrhythms]

Gemma Files, There is No Death, There are No Dead: Tales of Spiritualism Horror; from ‘Haunt Me’

[derangedrhythms]

It was a kind of mutual haunting.

Iris Murdoch, An Unofficial Rose

[punch-needle]

Art at the thrift store… no name

[derangedrhythms]

Erica Jong, Witches; from 'Love Magick'

[derangedrhythms]

I lie in the dark and think. I think of God and Death and Triangles. I think of you a lot.

Dylan Thomas, The Love Letters of Dylan Thomas; Pamela Hansford Johnson, 9th May 1934

[hirxeth]

Memento (2000) dir. Christopher Nolan

[a-quiet-green-agreement]

She writes every day. The lovers in her book say the usual things. Come back to me. Let the rest of the world burn. Only come back to me.

– Kelly Link, The Book of Love

[derangedrhythms]

Innokenty Annensky, 20th Century Russian Poetry: Silver and Steel, from 'Petersburg', tr. Lubov Yakovleva with Daniel Weissbort

[lamignonette]

Palazzo Loredan. Venice, Italy.

[soracities]

Julio Cortázar, Hopscotch (trans. Gregory Rabassa)

[Text ID: “As if you could pick in love, as if it were not a lightning bolt that splits your bones and leaves you staked out in the middle of the courtyard.”]