you think that you can mend her

What you love, you become | Insiya || qainaat || ruhaniyat

[natequarter]

unwilling narrator

[natequarter]

the weight of a story is hard to bear but someone's gotta be atlas

[girlfictions]

— clarice lispector, the stream of life

[lesbalisious]

Everything everywhere all at once is a film about a girl ripping the entire universe apart just to find a part of her mother that she feels understands her. And everything everywhere all at once is a film about a mother ripping the entire universe apart just to understand her daughter. And my chest feels like it’s caving in when I think about it too long

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

when simone de beauvoir said “i’m reliving it, neutralizing it, and transforming it into an inoffensive past that i can keep in my heart without either disowning it or suffering from it. that’s not easy. it’s at once painful and poetic.”

[weltenwellen]

E.E. Cummings, Complete Poems, 1904-1962

[holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe]

“The past is a life sentence, a blunt instrument aimed at tomorrow.”

— Citizen: An American Lyric, Claudia Rankine

[thehauntedhouse-deactivated2021]

“Blood and thorns. Come closer. If you love me, I’ll love you too.”

— Federico García Lorca, from Adelina out Walking; Collected Poems (ed. by Christopher Maurer)

[nobrashfestivity]

Yayoi Kusama   Infinity Room

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[the-cinder-fields]

René Magritte (1898 – 1967) , Untitled

[lover-suggest]

you make me feel like i’ve just stepped into a patch of warm sunlight

[balletroyale]

Natalia Osipova in Giselle (Royal Ballet) 

[requiem-on-water]

Corrode by Henrik Aarrestad Uldalen

[serratedpens]

“Beneath the moon of tender evenings”

— Jorge Luis Borges, from Rubaiyat; Selected Poems of J.L. Borges (ed. by Alexander Coleman)

[utwo]

G A U D I’S  Barcelona Spain

© K. Albert

[bostonpoetryslam]

“If sleep were a language, it would not sound like nothing but would instead materialize both longing and distance, history and myth.”

— Jennifer S. Cheng, “Dear Mao,” from House A

[oozins]

[sweetestsecrets]

“In love there are no vacations. No such thing. Love has to be lived fully with its boredom and all that.”

— Marguerite Duras (b. 4 April 1914)