gluey feathers

she/her ig: martssbee

[dovesndecay]

anyway white supremacy is still a problem in leftist circles and we should talk about it more

[dovesndecay]

you should be incredibly critical of the way you envision and talk about a post-capitalist justice system cuz some of y’all really are just reinventing lynch mobs and calling it something new. 

[dapper-delinquent]

Just an addition: White supremacy isnt just nazis and skinheads and swastikas. Its also voting for “tough on crime” candidates, gentrifying neighborhoods, keeping your kids away from “the wrong kinds of people”, talking down towards immigrants, demanding quinoa and other “exotic food” but demanding it be cheap and accessible 365 days a year, etc etc.

[peoplehood-deactivated20211003]

there’s something very calming about the kitchen sink

[wiremothers-deactivated20230129]

loving like an animal

1. "It was always you: your unutterable name, this growl in my throat." - erika meitner, copia

2. "I need your teeth in me, slow and vicious, to tell me my armor is just skin, bones, only bones." - jamaal may, the big book of exit strategies

3. "i know no love without teeth & have the scars to remember" - josé olivarez, i wake in a field of wolves with the moon

4. "and always, there is hunger / I will admit that I do not know if I should hold you or eat you." - derold ernest sligh, occupation

5. "after we have caught love we start eating it to the bone." - marge piercy, a key to common lethal fungi

6. "I beg you, eat me up. Want me down to the marrow." - hélène cixous, the love of the wolf

7. "I have sharp teeth inside my mouth, / inside my dark red lips, / And lacquer slickly hides the claws / In my red fingertips. / So I conceal my armoury. / Yours is all on view. / You think you are possessing me - / But I've got my teeth in you." - angela carter, unicorn

8. “I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it – to be fed so much love I couldn’t take any more. Just once.” - haruki murakami, norwegian wood

9. "But I am not yet sure how to sever the love from the lover without occasioning some degree of carnage." - maggie nelson, bluets

10. "I can give you my loneliness, my darkness, the hunger of my heart;" - jorge luis borges, in a deserted streetcorner

11. júlia sardà portabella

[psikonauti]

Zandile Tshabalala

Within Silence , 2020

Acrylic on Canvas

[luthienne]

do you have a masterpost of all of your tags? i adore your blog and would love to be able to look through your posts by theme (but i completely understand if that’s too much work! your blog is wonderful regardless ❤️)

i’ve actually never made one! here you go ♡

#to be human #a kind of holiness #of hope to bite on like a bullet #where does such tenderness come from  #here is my hand that will not harm you  #the great wound #a dream ago perhaps #la sonnambula #the body as a haunted house #the body is an animal #speechlessness dark like drowning #desire is no light thing #the dark’s his bone #like a house on fire no one else can see #for myself and for the selves i used to be #all that is musical in us is memory #and if i cut myself it was you i bled #but we are ghosts only #a kind of drowning #regarde comme ta fille est faite  #every touch is a modified blow #mon doux clair de lune #sea-longing #lure me deep into the dark pathless woods #in the wild forest  #the flower bloomed and faded  #i will grow i know i know i know  #haven’t i too called out? haven’t i beseeched something winged to do my bidding?

#on memory #on grief #on survival #on storytelling #on writing #on language #unsayable  #on naming  #on silence  #on solitude

#myth #hero tag #on violence #on rage #there’s no return from a red like that #to be feral #to be monster #typography #compilation #parallels #films #art #ph  #resources #recs  #text

#music #opera tag #music study tag #my voice

[whomroom]

TOUCHING YOU IS TOUCHING ME

FLOATING SERIES BY STEVEN MEISEL FOR VOGUE ITALIA LATE 90s

[januaryhoney]

i had a dream about you, richard siken

[sweetlikeacherry]

what people don’t tell you is that getting rid of toxic environments, people, and habits can be an extremely lonely process. constantly remind yourself why things need to change. old ways won’t open new doors. don’t loose sight of what’s coming now that the old phase of your life is over. trust that a new phase of your life is about to begin. stay focused, don’t compromise, and don’t look back

[guerrillatech]

[theapplepielifestyle]

“You know, they straightened out the Mississippi river in places, to make room for houses and livable acreage. Occasionally the river floods these places. “Floods” is the word they use, but in fact it is not flooding: it is remembering. Remembering where it used to be. All water has a perfect memory and is forever trying to get back to where it was.”

— Toni Morrison

[stlowens]

Marina Tsvetaeva, tr. by Elaine Feinstein from, “I’m glad your sickness.”

[soracities]

Frank Bidart, “In the Western Night”, Half-Light: Collected Poems, 1965-2016

[Text ID: “Two cigarette butts– left by you

the first time you visited my apartment. the next day

I found them, they were still there–

picking one up, I put my lips where yours had been…”]

[luthienne]

Henry Dumas, Knees of a Natural Man: The Selected Poetry of Henry Dumas; “Saba”

[ID: i caught you forgetting me]

[asystcle-moved-deactivated20240]

BLAKE & CAMILLE — THE STUPID TRUTH IS I’M SO BAD FOR YOU… for @holleygolightly​

virgina woolf, the letters of virgina woolf vol. 3 // adore you, harry styles // fleabag, s1ep4 // henry dumas, knees of a natural man; “valentines” // vladimir nabokov, letters to vera // it’s a wonderful life (1946) dir. frank capra // graceland too, phoebe bridgers

[propertiesofjoy]

endearments in letters to véra

[gaycommunist]

losing a friend (for the one that got away)

@frenchtoastlesbian on tumblr // pinterest personalmessage.blogspot.com // @linguinereid on tumblr // trista mateer // from pinterest // richard siken // ocean vuong “on earth we’re briefly gorgeous”// from pinterest // from pinterest

[soracities]

Vladimir Nabokov, letter to his wife Véra (1924), Letters to Véra (ed. Brian Boyd & trans. Olga Voronin)

[Text ID: “I’m more than thinking about you — I’m living about you,”]