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Gustav Klimt - Study for the Figure of "Lasciviousness" (Beethoven Frieze), 1901
“you should be the bigger person” absolutely not. i’m cursing his entire bloodline.
— Vita Sackville-West, from “Solitude.”
Willa Cather // Franz Kafka
— Arabelle Sicardi, from “The Year in Ugliness.”
Alicia Ostriker, from “In the Twenty-Fifth Year of Marriage, It Goes On.”
Fyodor Dostoyevsky // Alanis Morissette
My 13 year old cousin came back from a date with her boyfriend and said, "I can't wait to grow up and spend sunday afternoons with him." At first, I wanted to laugh (after all they're just 13), but I remember being 13 and having the world in my hands. I remember getting excited to talk to someone about my dreams and wishes, and how happy these daydreams and fantasies made me. There's this innocence you can only have at 13 and the world rises and falls and crashes and burns every year... until you do not think about quiet sunday afternoons.
So I asked her about the date and heard her giggle about bubblegum flavored ice cream, and how much she loves this little life. I think she makes me love it too.
-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire
fatima aamer bilal, from days where my whole world is my bed.
[text id: 5. MY MOTHER ALWAYS TOLD ME TO NEVER PLAY WITH KNIVES. I BET SHE NEVER SAW ME BECOMING ONE. / 6. I SHARPEN MY TEETH ON MY SKIN.]
I promise you, i was here , i felt things that made death so large it was indistinguishable from air - and i went on destroying inside it like wind in the strom.
Hieu Minh Nguyen, from “Nguyen”, Not Here
-Bylthe baird, if my body could speak
on being the daughter of the family
if my body could speak, blythe baird // i put the coffin out to sea, lisa marie basile // @/belovedbi // ? // been a son, nirvana // elektra, sophokles; translated by anne carson // ? // churching, kristin chang
The need to know; the curse of forgetting.
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