batter my heart, three person'd God

hannah / 23 / research interests include shakespeare, one direction, and conspiracy theories

[firstfullmoon]

christopher citro, “our beautiful life when it’s filled with shrieks” / @inkskinned‘s poem about love between women

[bienenkiste]

Ph. Maisie Cousins

[whatthebec]

ben whishaw’s aesthetic is what harry styles wishes his could be

[catfromjapan]

“Why does tragedy exist? Because you are full of rage. Why are you full of rage? Because you are full of grief” - taken from Anne Carson’s “Tragedy: A Curious Art Form”

[withoutyourwalls]

Joel Ross, Be Gay, 2008

[anodetoforever]

Photo by piariverola

[neoyorzapoteca]

The Woman Dies | Aoko Matsuda | Granta Magazine

[knightleyfans]

Keira Knightley behind the scenes of Colette photographed by Charlie Gray (2018)

[winonareeves]

80s, 90s, 2010s

[mrhoneybunny]

Samantha Dennison

[blazeofgold-deactivated20190921]

emily bronte: “he’s more myself than i am” / cixous: “who are you who are so strangely me?” / pizarnik: “accept the part of me that is you”

[ourwakingsoules-deactivated2019]

[blytthe]

Tell me what you need, oh, you look so free…

[barcarole]

Lisbon, Portugal, 1998. Photos by Gueorgui Pinkhassov.

[amieenns]

[harrysayingnympho]

me, bursting through your bedroom wall in a shower of dust: bUT that hug before they go onstage is what we’ve always wanted from One Direction, and that’s what makes them unsustainable as a phenomenon. What we always wanted from them was what they did not give to us intentionally

you: wh

me, briskly removing my shoes and shaking fragments of rubble out of them: One Direction is perhaps the first band to exist entirely within the Panopticon, from the very beginning, and yet even that was not enough for us. Can you imagine how difficult it would become to hold onto a “self” when what people want most from you are the moments of your life that specifically are NOT FOR THEM? It wasn’t just what they DID, we wanted to know what they FELT, constantly. We demanded to know but we did not want to be TOLD. The knowledge could only be “authentic” if it was not meant for us

you: why are you in my house

me, climbing into your bed and pulling your blankets up to my chin: The endless “documentaries,” the social media – we had an unprecedented, and unprecedentedly intimate, degree of access to these people, and still what we valued most were secrets and accidents. What we wanted was their interiority, and when we could not have that we invented it. Wouldn’t you resent having to constantly be GRATEFUL for that grasping, rapacious love? I would

you: are you crying?

me: We wanted to love them by devouring them, and now we have nothing to eat but our own hearts. can you bring me a hot water bottle

[bienenkiste]

“Wander”. Chizoba @ Milk Model Management photographed by Katie Burdon for Metal Magazine

[dearestvita-deactivated20221122]

Vita Sackville-West to Harold Nicolson, 17 December 1925