keep your mind in hell and despair not

[neidfaerae]

“Try to turn into pleasure all things that alarm your heart.”

— Gilles Deleuze, Masochism: Coldness & Cruelty

[kuutamosonaatti]

The Decadent Cookbook: Recipes of Obsession and Excess

[derangedrhythms]

someone who loved you, really loved you – […] Loved you till it burnt them –

Sarah Kane, Complete Plays; from ‘Phaedra’s Love’  (via bluebeardsbride-archive)

[solnunquamoccidit]

Giuditta con la testa di Oloferne (detail)

by Fede Galizia (Milanese, 1578 - 1630) oil on panel, c. 1596

Private collection, Milan

[robert-hadley]

Raoul Dufy - LE BAR-TABAC

Source: Sotheby’s.com

[rotgospels]

Henry Vaughan, The Night

[hymnsofheresy]

“Did the woman say, When she held him for the first time in the dark of a stable, After the pain and the bleeding and the crying, ‘This is my body, this is my blood’?”

— Frances Croake Frank

[rotgospels]

Rowan Williams, A Ray of Darkness

[rotgospels]

’Tis love, not years or limbs that can / Make the martyr, or the man.

Richard Crashaw, “A Hymn to the Name and Honour of the Admirable Saint Teresa”

[adrasteiax]

I lost a God once. It’s easier done than people think. Forget a prayer once in a while or simply grow grief in your kitchen window along with the basil and rosemary. Somewhere inside my heart, I misplaced my faith, misunderstood my own origin story, became a person half tragedy, more misery, and I started to relish it.

Nikita Gill, from A Mortal Interlude in “Great Goddesses: Life Lessons From Myths And Monsters” (via queefbeef)

[slavicafire]

Crucifixion and Pietà, Polish folk art woodcuts, circa 1831.

[rotgospels]

Frank Graziano, Wounds of Love: The Mystical Marriage of Saint Rose of Lima. 

[finita--la--commedia]

“What is it to forget a human being ? - It is to forget what one suffered through him …”

— Marina Tsvetaeva (1892-1941), from a letter to Abram Vishnyak (1895-1943), in “Nine Letters with a Tenth Kept Back and an Eleventh Received”          “Что такое забыть кого-то ? Это забыть причиненные им страдания.” (via finita–la–commedia)

[angelhive]

in my girl with nothing to say era

[foreverheloves-blog]

“We must be ready to allow ourselves to be interrupted by God.”

— Dietrich Bonhoeffer

[januaryhoney]

peonies, mary oliver

[intimatum]

Marguerite Duras, Hiroshima, mon amour