suspended in gaffa

{ phoebe; she/her; twenty-two; occasional ponderer }

[adrasteiax]

(…) always you will mourn something you left behind, even though you can’t say what it was, and eventually you will return to seek it.

Louise Glück, from Midsummer in “Poems 1962-2012 (via adrasteiax)

[luthienne]

“And I don’t want a correct answer as much as I want a correct question.”

— Mahmoud Darwish, from Memory for Forgetfulness: August, Beirut, 1982 (tr. Ibrahim Muhawi) 

[starrover]

“Her ancient gestures, her perfume, the infinite intimacy of her rage,”

— Christina Peri-Rossi, tr. by Carol Thickstunt, from “The Bacchante,”  

[rotgospels]

Caroline Walker Bynum, Foreword to Gendered Voices: Medieval Saints and Their Interpreters

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“That’s when I want you— you knower of my emptiness, you unspeaking partner to my sorrow— that’s when I need you,”

— Rainer Maria Rilke, from “Ich bin derselbe noch, der kniete,” Rilke’s Book of Hours: Love Poems to God, trans. Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy (Riverhead Books, 1996)

[words-and-coffee]

“You might call it a crime of the flesh, but the flesh is long fallen away and I’m not sure what hurt may linger in the bones.”

— Anne Enright, The Gathering

[mvsesrp]

“An unarticulated crush is very different from an unrequited one, because at least with an unrequited crush you know what the hell you’re doing, even if the other person isn’t doing it back. An unarticulated crush is harder to grapple with, because it’s a crush that you haven’t even admitted to yourself. The romantic forces are all there – you want to see him, you always notice him, you treat every word from him as if it weighs more than anyone else’s. But you don’t know why. You don’t know that you’re doing it. You’d follow him to the end of the earth without ever admitting that your feet were moving.”

— David Levithan, Geektastic: Stories from the Nerd Herd (via wordsnquotes)

[peelingmandarins]

Antigonick (Sophokles) trans. Anne Carson

[dappledwithshadow]

Butterfly Louis Icart - Date unknown

[antoniettabrandeisova]

Portrait of Lady Sunderland (detail) 1786. Joshua Reynolds 

[aleksandra-czudzak]

✹ ✹ ✹ Aleksandra Czudżak

[adrasteiax]

“There is rust in my mouth, the stain of an old kiss.”

— Anne Sexton, from The Lost Lie in “The Complete Poems Of Anne Sexton”

[theladyinthegraveyard]

Clement-Auguste Andrieux - Allegory of Death (1850)

[bunniefee]

hanna kim bunny art

[fashion-runways]

LENA BERISHA Fall/Winter RTW 2021 if you want to support this blog consider donating to: ko-fi.com/fashionrunways

[thewindowofthesummerhouse]

Júlia Sardà Portabella

[fruitffish-deactivated20250218]

The Four Disgracers - Tantalus, Phaeton, Icarus, and Ixion (1588) by Hendrick Goltzius