[metamorphesque]

― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

[text ID: I felt myself melting into the shadows like the negative of a person I'd never seen before in my life.]

[archbudzar]

follow my art on instagram

[neckkiss]

via weheartit

[hellish-daddy]

“I’ll go to bed, forget myself in sleep.”

— The Master and Margarita (via neckkiss)

[qvotext]

[rudafru]

A hidden-message ring, from the 1830s.

[bnmxfld]

[danger]

I Had a Flashback of Something that Never Existed  from “Ode à l'oubli” 2002

Louise Bourgeois

[highschoolhandjob]

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

finita–la–commedia:

“Stay longer in me, take roots.”

Vera Pavlova, from “52″ If There is Something to Desire: One Hundred Poems, trans. Steven Seymour ( Alfred A. Knopf, 2010)

Побудь подольше во мне, пусти корни.

[lifeinpoetry]

“I have died for the smallest things. / Nothing washes off.”

— — Angela Jackson, from “The Love of Travelers,” And All These Roads Be Luminous: Poems Selected and New

[archivings]

Anna Molinari Fall/Winter 1998 Campaign photographed by Ellen Von Unwerth

[aoca]

[leaveful]

[chanelbagsandcigarettedrags]

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

“What if the only face of desire I recognize is loss?”

— Lara Mimosa Montes, from Thresholes (Coffee House Press, 2020)(via lifeinpoetry)

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

“I don’t know why the memories grow while I shrink. I don’t remember what I wanted to say. I don’t want to say what I remember.”

— Dunya Mikhail, from ‘Buzz’, The War Works Hard, trans. Elizabeth Winslow (New Directions, 2005)