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“I will lead you to fields you know nothing of.”

— William Carlos Williams, from Imaginations & Other Prose; “Kora In Hell,”

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Black Beach Iceland

© Lyes K

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I, who symbolically die several times just to experience the resurrection.

Clarice Lispector, from The Hour of the Star (via wishbzne)

[loki-and-his-wife]

 "Well maybe, I’ll pay her a visit myself!“

He has promised a visit to her…

even if only after dark elves

[lomiongurthang]

[ex0skeletal-undead]

by DustyRayPaints

Prints available!

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“…and longing choked me.”

— Bertolt Brecht, from Poems 1913 - 1956 (via violentwavesofemotion)

[derangedrhythms]

Let something happen. Something terrible, something bloody.

Sylvia Plath, Johnny Panic and The Bible of Dreams; ‘Stone Boy with Dolphin’ (via derangedrhythms)

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Serpents lay dormant, beneath this skin. Don’t dare mistake them for my veins.

Lillith Regina, Beneath This Skin (via: poetic-sanctum)

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Wraith Kneading a Snowball / Allegory of Winter (2013-14) by Denis Forkas Kostromitin

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A virus of memory.

Bob Hicok, from A Request (via wishbzne)

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Suffering, like a stone… (around my neck, deep inside me)

Roland Barthes, from Mourning Diary (via wishbzne)

[ex0skeletal-undead]

Devoured by Horses // Red Wedding // Phantom

Oils by Kim Jakobsson

This artist on Facebook // Instagram

[vhersigh]

corrupt me i want to feel the chains bruise my skin while i bare my teeth at the gods.    the sea will embrace me and i will emerge a monster all my own.

andromeda was unafraid // d.n.b (via vhersigh)

[selfharminlit]

Blood didn’t faze me. I could slash myself open and still / make it to dinner.

Brynne Rebele-Henry, from “Autobiography of a Venus figure,” Autobiography of a Wound (via selfharminlit)

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It is myself I have never met, whose face is pasted on the underside of my mind.

Sarah Kane, from 4.48 Psychosis (via wishbzne)

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Death is an encounter with oneself.

Clarice Lispector, from The Hour of the Star (via wishbzne)