BLEED THE SPACE

The Rabbit is gone, you took too long. Sari here.

[petaltexturedskies]

Sylvia Plath, in a letter to Ruth Tiffany Beuscher, written c. July 1962, from Letters of Sylvia Plath Volume II: 1956-1963

[berryinnit]

t-shirt with the words “high-functioning corpse” printed on it

[charnel-grounds]

Frederick Carter (1883–1967), “The Dragon of the Alchemists”

engraved on wood by W.M. Quick, 1936

source

[themotherofrevelation]

Léonard Belliveaux, Marie-Madeleine en Adoration devant la Couronne d'épines

[ultrawistful]

little bit from a longer piece of mine ࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔

[perfectday1972]

via stoppingoffplace

[petaltexturedskies]

Louise Glück, from "Prism" in Averno: Poems

[lifeinpoetry]

To me even your sweet voice does not reach There are no hot tears either But I know I will shatter at once

— Kim Hyesoon, from "Glass," The Hell of That Star, tr. Cindy Juyoung Ok

[vixvigil]

it’s never a normal temperature anymore it’s always some fucking bullshit

[unneedy]

[ozempicofficial]

[lifeinpoetry]

when there is nothing I cannot remember, I carve myself back into myself

— Rosie Stockton, from "LOOSE ENDS," Fuel

[petaltexturedskies]

The Spirit of the New Moon — detail (1888), by Arthur Loureiro, oil on canvas, 56x155 cm, Queensland Art Gallery | Gallery of Modern Art (Study version)

[willfullyobtuse]

My Portrait in 1960

James Ensor (1888)

[sonofcainn]

Architecture and Nostalgia by Victor Delhez

[petaltexturedskies]

Mary Oliver, from “Late Spring” in Felicity: Poems

[petaltexturedskies]

Marina Tsvetaeva, in a letter to Boris Pasternak, from Letters Summer 1926