Give Me The Moon

Sometimes I write things

[karrova]

Francesca Woodman in her studio, Douglas Prince, 1976

[topknotgoods]

[snpsnpsnp]

Francesca Woodman, self-portrait in rare colour. 1979.

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

She was made entirely of a sweetness bordering on tears.

Clarice Lispector, from The Complete Stories: “The Servant,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I come, blood on blood, like the sea, wave on wave. I have a soul the color of poppies.

Miguel Hernández, from Selected Poems; “Bloody Fate,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[venuschild]

Repeat after me: I am the woman of my own dreams. I require no validation. My wish is my command. My life is my own. I build it. My voice is my own. I use it. I am relentless in my dedication to trusting myself. I am insatiable in my thirst for the extraordinary, and I do not settle for the mediocre. I Live Without Dead Time.

Robin Lee (via venuschild)

[marinawoznjuksworld]

[soracities]

I beg you, eat me up. Want me down to the marrow.

Hélène Cixous  from “The Love of the Wolf” (via soracities)

[master-painters]

Dean Cornwell - Story illustration - 1918

[lifeinpoetry]

Flowers freshly cut and wrapped in newspaper, / that’s how I want to rest, my dreams / like white petals absorbing ink.

Chloe Honum, from “Rest,” Then Winter (via venuscomb)

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

Why Are Your Poems So Dark?

Isn’t the moon dark too, most of the time?

And doesn’t the white page seem unfinished

without the dark stain of alphabets?

When God demanded light, he didn’t banish darkness.

Instead he invented ebony and crows

and that small mole on your left cheekbone.

Or did you mean to ask “Why are you sad so often?”

Ask the moon. Ask what it has witnessed.

Linda Pastan, from Poetry (August 2001)

[nemfrog]

All-seing eye _The mystic circle, and American handbook of masonry_ 1852

[d-untrait]

Jules Olitski

[loumargi]

Masha Kurbatova

[onlydoll]

idk how to articulate my issue with “believe women” except that… i don’t want to be believed on principle, i want to be believed because i’m telling the truth. 

[metaphorformetaphor]

She is so young and at the same time like a dead person. She knows this.

Marguerite Duras, from Yann Andréa Steiner ( Archipelago Books, 2006)

[sosuperawesome]

Shadow Boxes by Chimerical Reveries on Etsy