Dream a little dream of me

An introject, a professional family disappointment. Not entirely sure any of this is real. Am really I awake now? // severe trigger warning for unreality/dissociation

[visual-poetry]

by afraz entessari

[sunsounds]

“I have no face. Other people have faces (..). Their world is the real world. The things they lift are heavy. They say Yes, they say No, whereas I shift and change and am seen through in a second. (..) They know what to say if spoken to. They laugh really, they get angry really; while I have to look first and do whatever other people do when they have done it.”

— Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via the-other-voice)

[hollowing]

[mirroir]

John Keats.

[typodescript]

[ID text: ON DEATH

Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream, / And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by? / The transient pleasures as a vision seem, / And yet we think the greatest pain’s to die. end ID]

[megairea]

— Muriel Rukeyser, from “Then Full Awake”

[inksplit]

[leafsea]

ruminations // 5.27.2017

[toou]

[radiation-baby]

[greedcult]

[radiation-baby]

[howtodieinside]

[2girl2]

[quietlambs]

[radiation-baby]

[golightlybb]

[okcold-deactivated20190629]

shit i write on sticky notes pt 2

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Zinaida Nikolaevna Gippius, from Selections; “My Most Intimate Life in Ruins,”