[weltenwellen]

Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell the Wolves I’m Home

[aura-eden]

Sandro Botticelli, La Primavera, detail - c.1478-82

[snarkies]

Joan of Arc for sketch_dailies!

[juansendizon]

“Some days I don’t exist. My bed becomes a casket.”

— Juansen Dizon, I Am The Architect of My Own Destruction page 24

[theseoceanicdays]

“I don’t blame the ocean for gorging on flotsam, or eating people alive.”

— Sally Wen Mao, from “Antipode Essay” (via voirlvmer)

[calestials]

Lorde for The Guardian (2017)

[theoszczepanski]

[rangordnung]

There is no without, no beyond, no outside of the cave. That is the radical difference between Nietzsche and Plato.

Leo Strauss

[awoundstillfresh-deactivated202]

Margaret Atwood, The Penelopiad

[luthienne]

“At night the madness goes for my throat.”

— Christa Wolf, Cassandra: A Novel and Four Essays (tr. Jan van Heurck)

[angelswouldnthelpyou]

[giveurselfprudence]

Lady Gaga on the second incarnation of the Monster Ball Tour (2011)

[holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe]

Postcolonial Love Poem, ‘Wolf OR-7′ by Natalie Diaz

[ID: I confuse instinct for desire - isn’t bite also touch?]

[gatheringbones]

“About noon, an arrow entered Joan’s body, just above her left breast, at exactly the place she had prophesied to her confessor on her way from Chinon to Orléans. She fell back, in shock and in great pain. She wept, despite her foreknowledge of the nature of her wound. It is as though she were surprised, not that she had been struck by an arrow, but that it would hurt.”

— Mary Gordon, Joan of Arc (via wheredoesthehoneyflow)

[goreprofonde]

“you smell like a dead woman

your breast open like a coffin / and laugh at me from the beyond / your two long thighs rave crazily / your belly is as naked as a wail of death 

you are beautiful like fear / you are mad like a dead woman

the unhappiness in unnameable / the heart is a grimace”

- Georges Bataille, The Collected Poems. trs Mark Spitzer.

[ithappensoffstage]

Let’s go home. I am home.

[cruellheaven]

“Dig your teeth into me. Come on, I dare you. Take a bite. Open me up: raw and candyfloss pink on the inside. Make it hurt. I figure, you’re going to hurt me one way or another. Might as well be with your mouth.”

— IT’S A CIRCUS AND WE ALL PAID TO BE HERE,by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)