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[voirlvmer]

“But what is grief? A noun we can’t hold / with our hands? A Hallelujah?”

— Chelsea Dingman, from “Confession”

[misanthropicmessiah]

DETAJ SS16 | Bandage jewelry

[derangedrhythms]

The National, The Pull of You

TEXT ID: We're connected by a thread If we're ever far apart I'll still feel the pull of you

[konoko]

god, your worst warrior needs money

[teaboot]

But what if the immovable object fell in love with the unstoppable force. What then

[feral-ballad]

I come from a world of apathetic thoughts, voices, and words. A world like a snake’s lair, a world of footsteps, of people who embrace you, all the while weaving in their thoughts ropes to hang you by.

Forugh Farrokhzad, tr. by Sholeh Wolpé, from Sin: Selected Poems of Forugh Farrokhzad; “Let Us Believe in the Dawn of the Cold Season"

[wovi]

[mournfulroses]

Salma Deera, from a poem titled "Letters to Kafka," featured in Letters from Medea: Poems

[aqua-regia009]

· Moth, 2020 - oil on linen. · Queen Anne’s Lace, 2019 - oil on canvas. · Orchard in Winter, 2019 - oil on canvas. — Miles Cleveland Goodwin (American, b.1980)

https://www.milesclevelandgoodwin.com/

[feral-ballad]

Donika Kelly, from Bestiary: Poems; “Archaeology”

[nobrashfestivity]

Tsukioka Kōgyo, Fireflies, c. 1910

[mournfulroses]

J. M. Grosvalet, from her book titled "Sugar Spells," originally published in 2025

[enchantedbook]

'Two Menacing Wolves under the Moon', illustration created by Boris Dolgov for Weird Tales, 1942.

[thirdity]

“I wanted a metamorphosis, a change to fish, to leviathan, to destroyer. I wanted the earth to open up, to swallow everything in one engulfing yawn. I wanted to see the city buried fathoms deep in the bosom of the sea. I wanted to sit in a cave and read by candlelight. I wanted that eye extinguished so that I might have a chance to know my own body, my own desires. I wanted to be alone for a thousand years in order to reflect on what I had seen and heard ― and in order to forget. I wanted something of the earth which was not of man’s doing, something absolutely divorced from the human of which I was surfeited. I wanted something purely terrestrial and absolutely divested of idea. I wanted to feel the blood running back into my veins, even at the cost of annihilation.”

— Henry Miller, Tropic of Capricorn

[mournfulroses]

Salma Deera, from a poem titled "Why You Wanted A Tragedy," featured in Letters from Medea: Poems

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