Kastle

I adore you, the sound of your skin.

[nomorechoirs]

“I have to tell you” by Dorothea Grossman

[twotheleft]

[1010ll]

https://www.instagram.com/p/BUw54ZIFJCf/

[kastleviolet]

[xshayarsha]

“And you didn’t want to recognize me when I told you of the thing in me that was you.”

— Alejandra Pizarnik, from Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962 - 1972; In Honor of a Loss.

[kastleviolet]

[soracities]

“I do not want to be alone like this. Why have you not come back to haunt me? It is the least I would have expected of you. Why this silence day after day, night after interminable night? It is like a fog, this silence of yours. First it was a blur on the horizon, the next minute we were in the midst of it, purblind and stumbling, clinging to each other…Send back your ghost. Torment me, if you like. Rattle your chains, drag your cerements across the floor, keen like a banshee, anything. I would have a ghost.”

— John Banville, The Sea

[intopermanence]

“April is the cruellest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.”

— T. S. Eliot, from The Waste Land and Other Poems: “The Waste Land”

[evilbuildingsblog]

The abandoned Aniva Lighthouse found on Sakhalin Island

[casadabiqueira]

Kyoto, Japan

Thomas Hoepker, 1977

[weltenwellen]

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

[kastleviolet]

& nights like this i wish we never met

[talestalesof]

“She’s topless, but after a while that doesn’t matter. She’s reading a book he has written. He can see her lips moving to some of the words. When she wets thumb and index finger to turn a page, he almost gasps. The woman, he concludes, knows that he’s watching her.”

— Stephen Dunn, The woman in the Blue Dress

[arterialtrees]

[intimatum]

Kathy Acker, Empire of the Senseless

[scarecrowbox]

秋刀魚の味, An Autumn Afternoon, 1962

[weltenwellen]

Joy Harjo, from “Nandia”, She Had Some Horses

[bocekcicek]

Le Redoutable (2017), Michel Hazanavicius