iniuriaa

peel off a layer of that beautiful skin, and you'd find nothing but rotten flesh

[zegalba]

Yoshitaka Amano: 1001 Nights (1998)

[angelicdewdrop]

[cheshmenoor]

[cheshmenoor]

[antigonick]

Death does not come all at once; it leaves many of us in the sunlight behind, to grapple with a loss that comes seemingly out of order. Our own rhythms distract us from the procession.

—Caitlin Starling, The Starving Saints

[fcirfolk]

Clarice Lispector, The Passion According to G.H.

[raylangivins]

[mournfulroses]

Marina Tsvetaeva, from a poem titled "Somebody walks behind," featured in Moscow in the Plague Years: Poems

[pomeriggiolove]

[sahlesummerhill]

[petaltexturedskies]

She wants something. Something that doesn't exist. She wants something to counter hopelessness. She wants the wondrous thing, the star hidden behind the stars.

Hélène Cixous, from "The Perjured City" in The Selected Plays

[gobloggirl]

[yasamasancisi]

[adel-i]

[petaltexturedskies]

Alejandra Pizarnik, The Most Foreign Country

[achillesinhighheels]

Ballet in the favela, São Paulo, Brazil | Alex Almeida

[arinewman7]

Photography by Sarah Moon

Les roses

Carbon Print, 1998

Les Orchidées

Carbon Print, 2010

Les Tulipes

Carbon Print, 2003