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derangedrhythms

Marguerite Duras, from ‘Hiroshima Mon Amour’, tr. Richard Seaver

barnabyjack

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“The Fairy Queen Appears to Prince Arthur” (1785-1788) by Henry Fuseli (Swiss, 1741-1825)

bobbygio

Luis Caballero

mehradahari

Recoleta Cemetery, Buenos Aires

ducissatenebrarum

Beheaded, St John Baptist By Bernat Martonell Museu Diocesa de Barcelona #MyBarcelona #Barcelona #Spain #travel ⒸTheMacabreNBold https://www.instagram.com/p/ClOxtYJIsJTe_vfrMdr0oDYehK7rIb1HxU2Yvg0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

feral-ballad

And how long before you realized (did you realize?) shame was a blade / you turned against yourself

Leila Chatti, from Deluge; “Questions directed toward the idea of Mary”

tendermimi

— Mahmoud Darwish, Another Road in the Road

jondrettegirls

[ID: A page of a play. It reads as follows, "Theseus: Stop. Give me your hand. I am your friend. / Herakles: I fear to stain your clothes with blood. / Theseus: Stain them, I don't care." End text.]

Herakles - Euripides (Tr. Anne Carson)

jesuslovesjunkies

burntbydivineflames-blog

“I know you by your opposites. I know your absence.”

— Margaret Atwood, from “Small Poems for the Winter Solstice,” in True Stories (via a-pair-of-ragged-claws)

verbix

foggy day in the cemetery

adrasteiax

“It is a strange thing to nourish what could kill you in the hopes it does not kill you.”

— Clementine von Radics, from There Is A Lion In My Living Room in “Mouthful Of Forevers”

larmoyante

“Terror made me cruel.”

— Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

antigonick

“To touch someone is to risk pain, to risk rejection, be it your own or that of another. […] It is a bridge you walk together, swaying above an abyss of fear. To hold each other’s hands is to have balance. Yet it also means having their weight with you, should there be a sudden fall.”

— D. E. Chaudron, excerpt of Your Body, An Altar