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[pillagd]

i am a sore tooth / ripped out of the cushy slickness of childhood’s gums─

[megairea]

There is nothing to be afraid of, it is only the wind changing to the east, it is only your father     the thunder your mother     the rain

Margaret Atwood, from Night Poem; Selected Poems II: 1976 - 1986. (via bluebeardsbride)

[xshayarsha]

I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary.

Margaret Atwood, Variation on the Word ‘Sleep’ (via intimatum)

[tristealven]

“Ontological anxiety, “Weltangst.” The world blank—or crumbling, shredding. People are wind-up dolls. I’m afraid.”

— Susan Sontag, As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh

[duskyriver]

“Grief may be our first reaction to loss, but grief and mourning are not exactly the same thing. If we lose someone we love, be it through death or separation, mourning is never an automatic process. For many people, in fact, it never happens. Without these [processes of thinking through loss] we may remain caught in a stagnant, unresolved mourning or melancholia. In mourning, we grieve the dead; in melancholia, we die with them.”

— Darian Leader, The New Black: Mourning, Melancholia, and Depression (via sei-deivae-sacrae)

[xshayarsha]

Blackness isn’t black. It is the last degree of reds. The secret blood of reds.

Hélène Cixous, from Stigmata; Reading in Painting. (via xshayarsha)

[heteroglossia]

Every thing that you love, you will eventually lose, but in the end, love will return in a different form.

May Benatar, Kafka and the Doll: The Pervasiveness of Loss (via heteroglossia)

[metaphorformetaphor]

And it didn’t matter what was beyond us, or what came before us, […] we were simply going forward, riotous and windswept, and all too willing to be struck by something shining and mad, and so furiously hot it could kill us.

Ada Limon, from “Oh Please, Let It Be Lightning,” Bright Dead Things (Milkweed Editions, 2015)

[shihlun]

Akira Kurosawa

- The Idiot

(1951)

[blackbackedjackal]

Balto (1995) - Storyboards & Final Animation

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Forgetfulness of the body can also be a death.

Meena Alexander, from “Fault Lines,” originally published c. 1993 (via violentwavesofemotion)

[boykeats]

dictionary poem xvi by keaton st. james

kicknrun thanks for the word choice!

[wishbzne-deactivated20210526]

when rome falls, yves olade

[ID: “You can have my heart if you have the stomach to take it.” end ID]

[wishbzne-deactivated20210526]

throne of blood, cassandra troyan

[parentless-suggestions]

I’m struggling with the realization that i was not properly cared for as a child.

[lifeinpoetry]

             How can I see anything 

but this: how trauma lives in the sea              of my body, awash in the waters 

of forgetting.

— Natasha Trethewey, from “Waterborne,” Monument: Poems New and Selected

[colleenclarkart]