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[ghettogotth]

天若有情 | A Moment of Romance

[aconissa]

TO BE MADE AND REMADE IN A LOVER’S HANDS

Natalie Diaz, ‘Postcolonial Love Poem’ Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body Rainer Maria Rilke, Book of Hours (trans. Barrows & Macy) Auguste Rodin, Cathedral & Combinations Audre Lorde, ‘On a Night of the Full Moon’ Margaret Atwood, Power Politics James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room

[ashstfu]

“got snap?” i have an address where you can send me roses and love letters mf act grown

[typewriter-worries]

All About Love, bell hooks | Snow and Dirty Rain, Richard Siken

[quimerical]

GIRL you are KILLING IT! GIRL i don’t think it’s MOVING ANYMORE. GIRL you can STOP BITING

[wuntrum]

a mysterious cowboy approaches…

[starrover]

“Unbody me–I’m tired–and get me home.”

— Ralph Hodgson, from Eve, And Other Poems (1913); “The Moor,”

[suitss]

“You have a certain quality—a stillness. Like the stillness in the depths of the ocean, far beneath the waves, where nothing moves. Very still … and very sad.”

— Alex Michaelides, The Maidens (via smokefalls)

[meanrunway]

Fendi Couture Spring 2022

[kuutamosonaatti]

Drowning by Numbers (1988) | dir. Peter Greenaway

[falsedetective]

every kafka diary entry is like i am too wretched to ever marry (sabotages his own relationships) my health is in shambles (works at the asbestos factory) i need to be writing (goes to sleep)

[lifeinpoetry]

“Would you / put my whole, wounded body in your own, if I asked you?”

— — Bianca Stone, from “Psychodynamic Motivational Speech,” What Is Otherwise Infinite

[mashamorevna]

“In the darkest dark, I thought of you as if I were listening to the pulse of being—”

— Rebecca Seiferle, excerpt of “The Profane, The Miraculous Hand”, in Wild Tongue (via antigonick)

[mashamorevna]

“I’m no one’s shore no one’s ocean”

— Leslie Harrison, from “[Actias luna]”, The Book of Endings (via voirlvmer)

[mothprincess]

Mona Awad, from Bunny

[forkafka]

“It was an emergency,” Violet said calmly. “So I picked the lock.” “How did you do that?” Mr Poe asked. “Nice girls shouldn’t know how to do such things.” “My sister is a nice girl,” Klaus said “and she knows how to do all sorts of things.”

— A Series of Unfortunate Events, Lemony Snicket (via siriusorion)

[stormbun]