Angel

24 • Lady of silences, calm and distressed, torn and most whole, rose of memory, rose of forgetfulness.

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Vera Wang; Fall; RTW, 2016

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“I know she’s concentrating on death as hard as I’m concentrating on her.”

— Risto Ahti, tr. by Herbert Lomas, from Contemporary Finnish Poetry: “Porcelain Girl,”

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[cruellheaven]

“I owe you my blackest silence,”

— Victor Serge, from A Blaze In The Desert: “Constellation of Dead Brothers,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[titanscurse]

heaven gonna hate me.

halsey // not afraid anymore

[derangedrhythms]

All things in her are flux and anticipation.

Toni Morrison, from ‘The Bluest Eye’

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“She was calmer at night.”

— Susanna Kaysen, from “Girl, Interrupted,” originally published c. 1993

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“I always say I'm done with you, but I never am.”

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“You have a place in my heart no one else ever could have.”

— F. Scott. Fitzgerald, The Ice Palace

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Simon Rosha - Spring (2017)

[cruellheaven]

“Then let me eat your heart, Ophelia, which sheds my tears.”

— Hamletmachine, Heiner Müller (tr. Dennis Redmond)

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Gucci F/W 2015

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“On my knees for hours, hunched over the black river of your absence.”

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Dulce María Loynaz, Absolute Solitude: Selected Poems; “Poema LVIII” (tr. James O’Connor)

(Original: Horas y horas de rodillas, doblada por la cintura sobre este río negro de tu ausencia.)

[cruellheaven]

“I can go nowhere else: everything I cannot bear is here. I must listen deeper. Sharpen my knife.”

— Pamela Alexander, from “Letter Home,” featured in “When She Named Fire: An Anthology of Contemporary Poetry by American Women,” (via violentwavesofemotion)