mahares

aes sideblog for @demil / all are welcome to follow / rb

[tequierosyub----remade]

the sun and moon are lovers and they just kissed

[sillysymphony]

Gone with the Wind (1939)

[kyblon]

Instagram : Kybelon

[kyblon]

Instagram : Kybelon

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[westworldedits]

This is my system, Dolores. I, alone, control it.

Westworld | 3x05 ‘Genre’

[micahulrichdraws]

A stroll through the garden.

[weltenwellen]

Czeslaw Milosz, New and Collected Poems: 1931-2001

[derangedrhythms]

He is gorgeous as death (...)

Padrika Tarrant, Broken Things; from ‘Underpass’

[megairea]

“I seized the edge of silence And with the moon as flat as an axe I tore apart your terrifying phantom.”

— Krzysztof Kamil Baczyński, from Wraith.

[megairea]

“But my night can’t be killed by any sun.”

— Alejandra Pizarnik, from The Green Table (tr. by Cecilia Rossi).

[megairea]

“my sick eyes search for you you are the void and the ash headless bird with wings that beat the night”

— Georges Bataille, from L’Aurore (tr. by Mark Spitzer).

[megairea]

“the heart fails you are death in my arms you are death”

— Georges Bataille, “The Dawn”, from The Collected Poems (tr. by Mark Spitzer) (via doppelgangrene)

[valtsv]

my esteemed rival,

[valtsv]

my beloved nemesis,

[valtsv]

dearly detested,

[luthienne]

“In the middle of a war you think of nothing but how it will end. And put off living. When large numbers of people do that, it creates a vacuum within us which the war flows in to fill. What I regret more than anything is that, in the beginning, I too gave in to the feeling that for now I was living only provisionally; that true reality still lay ahead of me: I let life pass me by.”

— Christa Wolf, Cassandra: A Novel and Four Essays (tr. Jan van Heurck)

[luthienne]

“What remains now is the aftermath — / even that stripped of all its glory.”

— Mahtem Shiferraw, Fuschia; “E for Eden”

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