mad but magic

[paper-wounds]

[coquette-club]

[mournfulroses]

Christa Wolf, from her novel titled "Cassandra," originally published in 1983

[terrorignitis]

Juansen Dizon, i am the architect of my own destruction

[antigonick]

First, I took off my jacket, then my shirt, pants, shoes, underwear, then my skin, then my muscles, then my veins, nerves, cartilage, then I took off my bones. Finally I stood there where no one has ever seen me.

—Sean Singer, "My heart and my flesh sing", for Poetry Magazine

[soracities]

“You ache. You ache all over. You are aching to be you, but you’re scared of what it means to do so.”

— Caleb Azumah Nelson, Open Water

[flowerytale]

Janet Fitch, from White Oleander

[yakhult]

by louisegrdd

[skinnybjtch]

[lone-nyctophile]

We are captives of what we love, what we desire and what we are

- Mahmoud Darwish

[lone-nyctophile]

[kitsunetsuki-deactivated2026051]

Horst P. Horst - A Ballet Dancer (Vogue 1964)

[michaelbrunt-blog]

[geryone]

the she said dialogues: flesh memory, Akilah Oliver

[trustissued]

“he thought i wanted to be called his. all i wanted was an us without being robbed of my identity.”

— Noor Shirazie, into the wildfire: battle scars (via noorshirazie)

[plaht]

found a pretty little wall 🌿

[beatlesarthistory]

The Bed  by Henri Toulouse-Lautrec // “Good Night” by The Beatles