assassin.

side-blog to @elaktra. tw for nsfw, blood, injuries, weapons, etc.

[medusabraids]

SHE SCREAMS

[blackvenvs]

East of the Sun, West of the Moon : Tales of the North, Kay Nielsen | The Wild Swans, Bernard Nast | Pagan Poetry, Baba Yaga Sings the Blues, Sandra T | Chelsea Bonestell | Lilith, Fosco Culto | We lead not accidentally but purposefully into the shadow of death, A Goddess Speaks. You Listen!, Sandra T | Anubis of May, Joanna Karpowicz 

@fluoresensitive @1kwordsand10littlecandies

[twilightly-blog]

Possession (1981) dir. Andrzej Żuławski

[facinaoris]

Registers of Illuminated Villages, Tarfia Faizullah

[soracities]

Walt Whitman, ‘Song of Myself’, Leaves of Grass

[Text ID: “And I know I am deathless,”]

[420toxiczredddd]

[420toxiczredddd]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

My guts are burning. I wear red because I like the color. I need to see it to feel sane.

Alice Notley, from Culture of One; “Satan Barks Again,” (via fleurwomb)

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[lifeinpoetry]

Do you know what a ghost looks like? / It looks like blood.

Valzhyna Mort, from “Cenotaph,” published in The Los Angeles Review  (via weltenwellen)

[soracities]

Walt Whitman, “Song of Myself”, Leaves of Grass

[Text ID: “I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable,”]

[lifeinpoetry]

I cold. I less. / I death & death again.

Topaz Winters, from “Self-Diagnosis,” Portrait of My Body as a Crime I’m Still Committing (via lifeinpoetry)

[oeut]

“I will always be the virgin-prostitute, the perverse angel, the two-faced sinister and saintly woman.”

— Anaïs Nin, Henry and June (via drugstorehoney, frenchtwist)

[terpsikeraunos]

some epithets of athena:

πάμμαχος (pammachos) ready or sufficient for every battle φοβεσιστράτη (phobesistratē) scarer of hosts ἐρυσίπτολις (erusiptolis) protecting the city πολιάς (polias) guardian of the city

[megairea]

“Death will come, and she will have your eyes”

— Cesare Pavese, from Death will come (tr. by Roberta Payne)

[holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe]

Ripe Peach, Louise Glück

[holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe]

“a woman’s body is a grave; it will accept anything.”

Poems 1962-2012: Descending Figure, ‘Dedication to Hunger’ by Louise Glück