DEATHLESS

I am Welcomed in the Home of Ravens and Other Scavengers in the Wake of Warriors, I am Friend to Carrion the Crows and Wolves, I am Carry Me, and Kill with Me, and Die with Me where the Road Ends, I am not the Honeyed Promise of Length of Life in Years to Come, I am the Iron Promise of Never Being a Slave.

[cormorion]

AMARASINGH & ———,   infernal attorneys at law & purveyors of the magical arts

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[cormorion]

I screamed when i saw your Harry August edit !! Was looking for fan content for ages & your edit is gorgeous.

oh omg ty!! i’m so sorry if it’s been a while since you sent this i’m not super active these days. but happy to meet someone else who loves that book as much as I do!!!

[adampvrrish]

anne sexton // richard siken// margaret atwood // virginia woolf

[mashamorevna]

I have become something wonderful, she thought. I have become something terrible. 

Was she now a goddess or a monster? Perhaps neither. Perhaps both. 

(R.F. Kuang, The Poppy War)

[katartchive]

Skeleton Praying (c. 1600s) Skeleton Pleading (c. 1600s) Marble floor of the Cornaro Chapel

[twirld]

Arthur John Black (1855 - 1936) The Waking Moon 1890-91

Edward Robert Hughes (1851 - 1914) The Weary Moon

[samaraweaving]

People linked by destiny will always find each other.

The Witcher (2019-)

[salemwitchtrials-deactivated202]

“Tears do not burn except in solitude.”

— ‘On the Heights of Despair,’ E.M. Cioran

[soracities]

“He dances in the burning circle of peonies /  He sings in the blackbird’s song…”

Vasko Popa, excerpt from ‘The Blackbird’s Field’

[soracities]

“…Gardens tremble / the trees lean together / and whisper…”

Octavio Paz, ‘Perpetua Encarnada’

[880uu]

『ベッドルーム』 2015 22×22

[marywshelleys]

“I understood the true fate of Orpheus, that love is a constant terror of loss.”

— Kazimierz Wierzyński, tr. by Czeslaw Milosz, “A Word of Orphists,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[lifeinpoetry]

“Claudia Rankine wrote that loneliness is what we can’t do for each other. / I think a definition of ugliness is what we’re too afraid to do. What we don’t want to do.”

— Arabelle Sicardi, from “The Year in Ugliness,” published in The Poetry Project

[dappermouth]

There’s a shivering light on the street tonight, strange shadows on the lawn–a black horse running in the grass and vanishing at dawn.

[unchildhood]

HALA ALYAN

‘You’re Not a Girl in a Movie’, The Twenty-Ninth Year (2019);

original photos and edit

[kvothes]

detail of hands from guercino’s the return of the prodigal son (1619)

[floralls]

by Janis RoseAnne