Anne Sexton, “The Black Art”
Cosmic Funnies
EXPECTATIONS
YOU ARE THE REASON
NASA

ellievsbear
Misplaced Lens Cap
will byers stan first human second
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trying on a metaphor
Game of Thrones Daily
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

@theartofmadeline

Andulka

Origami Around
Claire Keane

pixel skylines

if i look back, i am lost
Show & Tell
sheepfilms
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@enigmaticrose
Anne Sexton, “The Black Art”
Egon Schiele
I love seeing your selfies... you're honestly so pretty
Awww thank you so much 😊
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“Persephone’s beauty was barbarous, it resembled flaming crimson roses.”
— Lola Ridge, from To the Many; Collected Poems of Lola Ridge; “Hellish,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
i’m too soft of a bitch to have lived when love letters were common practice. i’d get One and go lay down by a river and my friends would be like “what’s wrong?” and i’d be like “my friends, i’ve fallen ill”
if your horror film doesn’t involve a cult, a forest or motherhood i don’t wanna hear it
Agamemnon, translated by Anne Carson
Museum Hours (2012), Dir. Jem Cohen
Torso de Écija, Museo Arqueológico Regional
if im not stood at the helm of a 19th century pirate ship with the furious wind whipping at my billowing white shirt and the waves beating at the starboard side and my dark hair unraveling from its braid and my crew singing a shanty like a religious chant trying to make god hear them over the sound of the creaking of the mast and the screaming of the sea then whats the point
Is it scary?
MIDSOMMAR (2019), dir. Ari Aster
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being a woman is about having prophetic dreams
The Diaries of Franz Kafka, 1914-1923
“She is the witch. You know her, yet you do not know her. She has been with you always, yet she eludes you. She is your mother, your sister, your inmost self. You love her and fear her. You hate her, but are drawn to her.”
— Erica Jong, from Witches: Poems; “The Witch,” originally published c. 1981 (via violentwavesofemotion)