PSYCHO CINDERELLA

Simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life...

[mollymielke-blog]

[lowkeybaddiee-deactivated202109]

[86oz]

[heavenlymuse]

[antigonick]

—all I wanted was for the pulling to stop. Pulling pulling pulling. It was pulling on my arms. Pulling on my eyes. Pulling on my lungs. Pulling on the sweat on the backs of my legs. Pulling at night, pulling all day, pulling not falling, not burning, not matter, what does pulling matter? ‘It’s only love’, he would say, laughing, opening my clothes.

Anne Carson, The Anthropology of Water (via antigonick)

[vidakush]

[tristamateer]

My strength is defined / not by what I continue to carry / but by what I have allowed myself / to put down.

Trista Mateer (via creatingaquietmind)

[rhythmyth]

[gypsyastronaut]

[brimmie]

[zhse-to-oneiro]

Edvard Munch - “From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them, and that is eternity.”

[youvebeenchopped]

[a-little-bit-of-madness-really]

[sixpenceeeblog]

Snake of Light by Xomatok

Lima, Peru

[soracities]

All your dust turns holy. What’s rotten in you burns / and burns

Susannah Nevison, from ‘Prisoner’s Cinema with Saints Catherine and Lucy’, published in Guernica (x)

[luthienne]

Keep busy with survival. Imitate the trees. Learn to lose in order to recover, and remember that nothing stays the same for long, not even pain, psychic pain. Sit it out. Let it all pass. Let it go.

May Sarton, from Journal of a Solitude (via dostevsky)

[thelovejournals]

She imagines him imagining her. This is her salvation.

Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin (via sheholdsyoucaptivated)

[dopy]