the hills weren’t going anywhere

the thyme and rosemary kept coming back ciara carina | 20 | she/they

[feral-ballad]

Pain makes me tired. My body needs to rest, but it’s more than that. I’m exhausted by feigning comfort, and I don’t want to translate what’s going on inside me, even for my friends.

Molly McCully Brown, from Places I've Taken My Body: Essays

[weltenwellen]

Wale Ayinla, from “Portrait of a Boy with Grief”

[weltenwellen]

Sally Wen Mao, from “Opera Sextronique”, Oculus

[havingapoemwithyou]

Here by Grace Paley

[petaltexturedskies]

Anne Sexton, from "Imitations of Drowning" in The Complete Poems

[theinternetarchive]

photographs of patrons at the goth club helter skelter in los angeles, propaganda magazine, september 1992.

[metamorphesque]

musings on august        

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[soracities]

Charles Wright, from "Thinking of Georg Trakl", Country Music: Selected Early Poems [ID'd]

[havingapoemwithyou]

from let July be July by Morgan Harper Nichols

[killyridols]

perfume by samuel richardson, 2024, acrylic, colored pencil, ink, pull chain, & stain on framed canvas, 14.25 × 17.25 inches

[geektumb]

[metamorphesque]

The Count of Monte Cristo, Alexandre Dumas

[inlovewiththemooon]

sneak peek

the remaining ink on my gelliplate after 3 prints

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— sylvia plath (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

[geryone]

Spells of My Name, I.S. Jones

[weltenwellen]

Joanna Klink, "Sorting", Raptus

[metamorphesque]

Childe Harold's Pilgrimage [There is a pleasure in the pathless woods], Lord Byron

[del-absurdo]

音楽. Yukako Manabe.