drowning in ellipses

"‘O words, you are the ones to testify: among your trees so many lovers hide their grief. Do you remember anyone in your long life – those many centuries— whose love consumed him more than mine wastes me?’ […] They had prepared the pyre, the bier, the torches; but nowhere could they find Narcissus’ body: where it had been, they found instead a flower, its yellow center circled by white petals." Ov.Met. III.

[illiteratetrash]

hope ur ok

Eek, I am!! I know I’ve stopped posting for what seems like forever now. However, I have this horrible need to follow a specific pattern in my posts and I have just been TOO TIRED to do so. I come in here to scream cry on my side blog about whatever weeby video games character I’m obsessed with. Presently, it is honkai impact. <3 gonna kms Because of the story but I’m good!! Working, playing video games, starting a master’s program come fall etcetc. Hope you’re well~

[mxdvs]

A Vanitas sculpture, late 19th Century

[fawnaura]

Alice Notley, from In the Pines

[derangedrhythms]

Margaret Atwood, The Door; from 'String Tail'

[lifeinpoetry]

Depression has no vanishing point. Instead it spreads out, until the horizon itself is defined by fog. You touch yourself but not even an ache, or a pulse arises. You not only feel nothing; you’ve become nothing. Sensationless, mouthless. Your ear buzzing with flies.

— Anita Olivia Koester, from “Venus is Mummified,” published in Connotation Press

[soracities]

“I keep my hands empty for the sake of what I have had in them.”

— Antonio Porchia, from Voices (trans. W. S. Merwin)

[cindylost]

Albin Brunovsky “Labyrinth of the World and Paradise of the Heart III (Masks)”

[virginiewoolf]

“I cannot help but isolate myself, and so I am aware that I will be apologizing constantly for the rest of my life; it is a horrible feeling.”

— Emilie Autumn, from The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls

[fearlastyear]

—Nicole Sealey, “Object Permanence” 

[aqua-regia009]

Imperator Mundi (Details), 2017- Daniele Valeriani

[geslotencirkel]

She’s beyond all help and beyond reproach . Please walcome to the stage. my mutual

[luthienne]

Rita Dove, “The Venus of Willendorf”

[howifeltabouthim]

“Leave me alone. I’m sick and cranky, like the sea.”

— Colette, from The Collected Stories; “Gray Days,” (via thvnderstcrm)

[fatalbellman]

Cover illustration for The Grey Fairy Book by Andrew Lang, 1900 (via my Secretary of Parliament)

[luthienne]

“Will you not stay with me, inside me always? I have come up from such depths to find you. To say that I love you isn’t enough. It’s more, more. Probe around inside me, unearth everything that’s in me.”

— Henry Miller, from a letter to Anaïs Nin, featured in A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller, 1932-1953

[holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe]

To the Bone, Dorothy Allison 

[ID: That summer I did not go crazy / but I wore / very close / very close / to the bone.]

[loumargi]

Pandora-1908-Thomas-Kennington