𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒖☕︎

{𝐬𝐡𝐞/𝐡𝐞𝐫} 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐗𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈

[persephonedes]

This.

[thoughtkick]

“When you think of love, do you think of pain?”

— Vance Joy, Mess Is Mine

[persephonedes]

Yes.

[persephonedes]

Today I dreamed of you again, and I woke up in tears.

[literaturecravings]

—The Picture of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde

[metamorphesque]

  ― Billy-Ray Belcourt, A History of My Brief Body

[text ID: To love someone is firstly to confess: I'm prepared to be devastated by you.]

[ritikajyala]

He asked me when I fell in love with him and I knew it sounded dramatic to say the moment I saw him, so I told him this story of my grandma who had Alzheimer's- she forgot her name and the words for fruit and food, she forgot her address and how to use the washroom, all her life lost to the disease. The only thing she remembered was her son's name and when that began to fade, the one thing she always remembered was that she loved him, even in illness, even in insanity. She saw this 6 foot 2 man with a scrubby beard and she didn't know him but she said she trusted him, she asked him to hold her hand when she died. When does memory end and love begin? All I know is- she loved him before she remembered him.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire

[metamorphesque]

 — Warsan Shire, Ugly

[text ID: Your daughter’s face is a small riot, / her hands are a civil war, / a refugee camp behind each ear, / a body littered with ugly things, / but God, / doesn’t she wear / the world well.]

[juliettecxi]

Bitches be like "I'm so lonely I have no social life or love life why won't anyone date me? Then lock them selves in their rooms and cry over fictional characters while ignoring the outside world

It's me I'm bitches

[starpeace]

i love when tragedies are like “the love was there. it didnt change anything. it didnt save anyone. there were just too many forces against it. but it still matters that the love was there”

[persephonedes]

There are days when I am poetry, Others I am prose. And some I'm a fucking eraser.

-Claudia Lopez

[persephonedes]

//I remember that man in a white coat and rigid gestures, asking "what does this word suggest to you?" And here it goes:

La danse macabre suggests to me the poem about the male goat that we read on the sofa,

Spring reminds me of the movie that made me cry,

The poppies keep warning me of the hidden poison in your charisma,

And you remind me of the part of me that I wish I buried.//

-Claudia Lopez

[persephonedes]

I was feeling kinda depressed these days and now I finally found a new obsession that will keep me entertained for a couple weeks: Hannibal Lecter

[persephonedes]

Okay HEAR ME OUT Kaz Brekker as (young) Hannibal Lecter

[weltenwellen]

Anne Carson, Plainwater: Essays and Poetry

[dustyjjumpwings]

Kaz Brekker. That’s it. Reblog if you agree.

[cadiacore]

“my child is fine” your child wants to marry multiple fictional characters

[attentionhoard]

still need to read the little friend to test this hypothesis