my body is a cage

why do we write? — because we cannot simply live.

[macrolit]

“I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.”

— Sylvia Plath, b. 27 October 1932

[portalibis]

Terracotta relief plaque (‘Melian relief’) with Perseus holding Medusa’s severed head. From her neck springs a naked child, Chrysaor, 490-470 BC

[yeahsureidc]

photo from the beijing silvermine by thomas sauvin

[thecinamonroe]

Marilyn Monroe photographed by Ben Ross in a hotel room in November 1953.

[perriaeyjeve]

[scavengedluxury]

Baynard House plaza. London, September 2015.

[olvidare]

So near, and yet so far

[olvidare]

recent eats

[olvidare]

She shouldn’t have said that, shouldn’t have spoken about feelings. He would think she was a loon if the disease was in her mind rather than her body. And yet, she wondered, was her mind not a part of her body?

— Ana Yudin, A Song at Dead Man’s Cove, p. 100

[nemfrog]

“Caryatids and heads.” Illustrated catalogue of plastic ornaments cast in plaster for interiors and composition for exterior of theaters. 1913. Internet Archive

[olvidare]

misslivalittle

[miamaimania]

“Hoard (Sick Sick Sick)” (2016) ~ Walsall ⌘ A window overwhelmed by a chaotic collection of books and papers.

[manga-and-stuff]

Source: Dorohedoro / ドロヘドロ 

by Q Hayashida 

[une-poire-confite]

evening walk and nighttime chamomile tea

[rebelculture]

[perriaeyjeve]

[everything111014]