An unlucky devil, darling

she/her | entp | 18 | literature student | eng/esp

[kafk-a]

“How I did waste and exhaust my heart.”

— Anne Carson, ‘The Anthropology of Water,’ from Plainwater: Essays and Poetry

[weltenwellen]

Tony Hoagland, from “Peaceful Transition”, What Narcissism Means to Me

[somethingacademia]

people who know random things are so platonically attractive to me like yes let me be your best friend tell me about the history of liquid soap

[extractofword]

“Little he knew of the things that ink may do, how it can mark a dead man’s thought for the wonder of later years, and tell of happenings that are gone clean away, and be a voice for us out of the dark of time, and save many a fragile things from the pounding of heavy ages; or carry to us, over the rolling centuries, even a song from lips long dead on forgotten hills.”

— The King of Elfland’s Daughter by Lord Dunsany, 1924

[doityourselfbombs]

showing up to the evil wizard council meeting late with my wizard iced coffee

[catholic-academia-aesthetic]

old books, early mornings, incense and silence

[vesicapiscean]

time is not real i walked past myself on a bus i was already sitting on

[theoptia]

Osip Mandelstam, from Voronezh Notebooks

Text ID: Where can I hide in this January?

[dancinginthelunareclipse]

the butterfly effect of the secret history

richard: *liking pretty pictures in the brochure of a college*

richard: *becoming an accomplice to murder*

[shisasan]

F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned (1934)

[lifeinpoetry]

              I will not say the words                  scorching both our tongues.

Will not let this become another metaphor

       for how my family taught me              my body as another name for pyre.

— torrin a. greathouse, from “All I Ever Wanted to Be Was Nothing at All,” Wound from the Mouth of a Wound

[muresetivoire]

Life's a constant cycle of wondering why you were never chosen to be the haunted bookkeeper, or the vampire's beloved, or the crooked witch on the edge of the kingdom, or the enemy finally falling for their lover

[cybernymphe]

XVI. century

[fawnaura]

“I will be a little god in my small way.”

— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath, 1950-1962

[witchesversuspatriarchy]

It’s infuriating how so many women were (and still are) discriminated against for being female

[wanderingchaos]

she also killed and dissected a rabbit so that her peter rabbit would be as ACCURATE as possible. all the magic of countless children’s childhoods was built upon the bones of a single bunny’s sacrifice. how delightful. how horrific. what necromancer could dream of such impact with a single stroke of their blade.

[nippled]

the more black u wear the more powerful you look

[firstfullmoon]

“Most books contain at least one terrible thing, although often they contain many, and some carry inside of them previously unthinkable tragedies, holocausts, decimations, and heartbreaks. To read a book is to acquire the manifest of a ship full of trouble. Books hold perversions and prejudices and are as ample as the law as containers for murder, heresy, and lust. Books do worse than contain the worst—they expose it in themselves. They unravel. They self-defeat. They disappoint, devour time, disrupt space, distort chronologies. The good ones haunt like ghosts,”

— Anne Boyer, from “Take Up and Read,” in A Handbook of Disappointed Fate