“Not all love is gentle. Sometimes it’s gritty and dirty and possessive, sometimes it’s not supposed to be careful or soft at all. Sometimes it feels like teeth.”
— Azra T. (via thelovejournals)
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“Not all love is gentle. Sometimes it’s gritty and dirty and possessive, sometimes it’s not supposed to be careful or soft at all. Sometimes it feels like teeth.”
— Azra T. (via thelovejournals)
Anatomy of rains (via WordsnQuotes)
Mary Ruefle
cruel summer - taylor swift // a primer for the small weird loves - richard siken // twin size mattress - the front bottoms // little beast - richard siken // margaret atwood // the end of time part two - doctor who // a child's defintion of love // wuthering heights - emily brontë // the timeless children - doctor who
queer as in gay but also queer as in unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
i don’t “make characters”, i break myself into pieces and then give the pieces names
cut my life into pieces this is my new OC
“Pedestrian thoughts again about the body in recovery / Fragile clock, weak and porous until suddenly in revolt / All these days stuck alone at home”
— — Wendy Xu, from “A Sound Not Unlike a Bell,” The Past
“I did not want to die, but I wanted to want death. / None of you ever knew how badly. I have practiced at it.”
— — Sumita Chakraborty, from “Dear, Beloved,” Arrow
white ferrari by frank ocean / call down the hawk by maggie stiefvater / mirrored heart by fka twigs / anna degnbol / bound (1996) dir. lana & lilly wachowski
write me a hurtful thing. thank u.
[my biggest deep sigh ever]
“People are vivid / and small / and don’t live / very long—”
— — Molly Brodak, “How to Not Be a Perfectionist,” The Cipher
From “Good Dog” by Anne Carson
Paula Rego, Dog Woman (1953)
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Robert Gluck on Kathy Acker in Lust for Life
Merri Lisa Johnson from Girl In Need of a Tourniquet
Anne Carson from Plainwater
Anne Carson from Plainwater
Paula Rego, Dog Woman (1994)
Anne Carson from “Good Dog”
“When has blood ever stopped men? Why would it?”
— — Airea D. Matthews, from “Letters to My Would-Be Lover on Geometry and Ponds,” Simulacra
La femme de l'aviateur (Éric Rohmer, 1981)
“When great souls die, the air around us becomes light, rare, sterile. We breathe, briefly. Our eyes, briefly, see with a hurtful clarity. Our memory, suddenly sharpened, examines, gnaws on kind words unsaid, promised walks never taken. Great souls die and our reality, bound to them, takes leave of us. Our souls, dependent upon their nurture, now shrink, wizened. Our mind, formed and informed by their radiance, fall away. We are not so much maddened as reduced to the unutterable ignorance of dark, cold caves. And when great souls die, after a period peace blooms, slowly and always irregularly. Spaces fill with a kind of soothing electric vibration. Our senses, restored, never to be the same, whisper to us, they existed. They existed. We can be. Be and be better. For they existed.”
— Maya Angelou, from When Great Trees Fall (Ailey, Baldwin, Floyd, Killens, and Mayfeld)
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Jenny Holzer Inflammatory Essays (excerpt) 1979–82 Offset lithograph on colored paper Published by the artist; printed by Millner Bros., New York Each sheet: 17" x 17"