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[girlsingreenfields]

Serena Motola photographed by Hajime Sawatari.

[th0rns]

Buck Hollow

[archivearchangelica]

My Room, 2009

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Donna Tartt, The Secret History

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[finita--la--commedia]

“If only you could taste your nothingness, if you could find repose in your nothingness, and if this nothingness would not be a kind of being and not really death either. It’s so hard not to exist any more, not to be something any more. Real suffering is to feel the movement of thought within oneself. But when thought is a fixed point, it is certainly not a suffering. I am at the point where I no longer touch life, but with all the appetites still within me, and the insistent titillation of being. I have nothing to do now but make myself over.”

— Antonin Artaud, from “The Nerve Meter”, translated from the French by Mary Ann Caws

[jetix]

2010-08-05

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Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

[gouged-doll]

derrière les paupières, koitsukihime | my scans

[annandkirbyworld]

[hungryfictions]

from sylvia plath’s journals

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[aseaofquotes]

Yukio Mishima, The Temple of Dawn

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[dollymacabre]

Takato Yamamoto

[lifeinpoetry]

“My body disgusted me, so I carved myself out of it.”

— Hannah Gamble, from “Leisure, Hannah, Does Not Agree with You (2),” Your Invitation to a Modest Breakfast

[dridelus]