[derangedrhythms]

gods are working, strange and deep.

Gottfried Benn, Selected Poems and Prose; from ‘So tranquil’, tr. David Paisey

[derangedrhythms]

The body (hell) just as you see it.

Anne Carson, Glass, Irony and God; from 'TV Men: Artaud'

[9e978e]

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[9e978e]

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[derangedrhythms]

Alejandra Pizarnik, Selected Poems: The Lost Adventures; from ‘untitled’, tr: Cecilia Rossi

TEXT ID: Outside the sun shines. I dress up in ashes.

[heavensghost]

words from amsterdam by daughter

[9e978e]

[kintssu-gi]

everything tells me i don't belong here. i probably never in my life felt this way about a place. it's so sinister, cold and somber here, although the sun here shines every morning too. i don't understand this world, and this is not my life. i'm captive and at the same time it felt like it was my choice (?). all these perks and city lights and rivers, i don't want any of it. it's time to return to myself

[clottedblog]

[lamignonette]

[389]

Are You Coming? - Trina Teoh

[angelicdewdrop]

[heavensghost]

There were times I was kind when I should have been cruel and times I was cruel when I should have been kind.

[talestalesof]

[weltenwellen]

Anais Nin, Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin, 1939-1947

[itwashotwestayedinthewater]

i think i died in new ways

[wxmatija]