sylvia would be proud

she/her | writer | taurus | slytherin devoted to literature, art, history, theatre and film

[boyhaunt]

tender-hearted deer seeking midnight rendezvous with car headlights, must be bright enough to blind and twice as cruel. likes impact play, exhibitionism, aftercare (must be able to transport my body to the side of the road). dislikes traffic light system.

[stroebe2]

smoking a cigarette in my mind by thinking about taking drags and feeling the release

[beljar]

I've never been free in my whole life. Inside I've always chased myself. I've become intolerable to myself. I live in a lacerating duality. I'm seemingly free, but I'm a prisoner inside of me.

Clarice Lispector, from A Breath of Life, 1978

[orpheuslament]

Don’t Tell Your Uber Driver You’re Going to an Orgy, Donte Collins

[lilithsorchid]

The Secret History by Donna Tartt

[sincerelyjoanna-blog-blog]

[hislovebird-deactivated20240414]

Fly me to the moon

[cimmerianweathers]

The Penitent Magdalen, oil on canvas, detail (1640)

Georges de La Tour

[coffv]

Pomegranates, Majorca by John Singer Sargent, 1908

[lone-nyctophile]

- Beau Taplin

[plathsbitch]

“One wants a room with no view so imagination can meet memory in the dark.”

— Annie Dillard, The Writing Life

[fairydrowning]

"In my culture, we know death intimately. In Arabic, the highest expression of love is the phrase "ya'aburnee" Translated "you bury me" . It means "I love you so much, I'd sooner die than bury you". It was used by mothers in our lineage who were so used to losing their young in war. In my culture, we cannot talk about love without speaking death's name"

-George Abraham, "Untitled," Published In Black Napkin Press

[fairydrowning]

Interactive: House Saints By Hala Alyan

[silvermoonshinesilknight-deacti]

I read. Obsessively. Because, when I read, there is purpose to my loneliness.

[plathsbitch]

I write. Obsessively. Because, when I write, there is purpose to my existence.

[plathsbitch]

when you’ve drifted to sleep next to them and they whisper “good night, my love” without knowing if you can hear them… that’s romance

[plathsbitch]

I have two looks: a mysterious literary dark academic with a thing for blazers, poise, and blood, or Adam Sandler on Xanax, there is no in between

[plathsbitch]

m’am, I’m an English Major. how else am I supposed to experience life? without metaphors? with no symbolism? cannot, will not stop intellectualizing. leave me be

[dead-poetsblog]

Sue Zhao