AESTHETIC SIDEBLOG. @timelesscreature.

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Frank O’Hara, from Four Little Elegies

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Bright red blood trickles and trails from the wounds, sullying everything as it flows. It oozes, warm, silent. It’s so liquid. It runs incessantly. It reddens everything. And the blood keeps running. On and on. It runs and runs and runs and runs.

Elfriede Jelinek, tr. by Joachim Neugroschel, from “The Piano Teacher,”

[marvelsdefenders]

[octoberbrunette]

[octoberbrunette]

“I cannot sleep. Only dreams, no sleep.”

— Franz Kafka, from Diaries  (via kafkaesque-world)

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[evermore-fashion]

Ziad Nakad “The Slumbering Snow Caps” Fall 2018 Haute Couture Collection

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I do love you, you know. In my cold and unfeeling way.

Mary Crawley. (via amarettoandslayin)

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“And in the morning I knew both death and life.”

— Monica Ferrell, from Beasts of the Chase; “Geburt des Monicakinds,”

[heavensickness]

“oh to rip apart the world”

— Joan Naviyuk Kane, from “Time and Time Again,” Hyperboreal (via lifeinpoetry)

[yvesolade]

“i’ve seen finer gods than you, child. / & i’ve swallowed them whole—”

— George Abraham, from “self-portrait as melting clock,” al youm: for yesterday & her inherited traumas (via lifeinpoetry)

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“I find the dark corners I consecrated for myself with kisses, tears,”

— Jaroslav Seifert, tr. by Zuzana Hronková, from “Glorious Prague Castle,”

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“A moon in bloom. Yes, kiss me, now don’t talk.”

— Amy Lowell, from Men, Women & Ghosts: Poems; “The Cremona Violin,”

[brittany]