Jem

20/ UK

[luthienne]

Gregory Orr, The Caged Owl; "Three Songs"

(transcription below cut)

1. Cain's Song

I was in the fields. God was a rock in my hands.

From such heaviness what could rise?

Not his body, only its cry.

[ouroborosmotifs]

kindness? what kindness? how?

venetta octavia “burning” // benjamin alire sáenz “aristotle and dante discover the secrets of the universe” // the mountain goats “sept 15 1983” // @twinnedpeaks “from the peel” // “whisper of the heart” dir. yoshifumi kondō // mccafferty “alligator skin boots” // mary oliver “dogfish” // jaymes young “i’ll be good” // gillian flynn “sharp objects” // stephen universe “love like you” // julian k. jarboe “everyone on the moon is essential personnel” // cassandra troyan “kill manual”

[readingismyfavorite]

“If ever the lid gets off my head And lets the brain away The fellow will go where he belonged— Without a hint from me,

And the world—if the world be looking on— Will see how far from home It is possible for sense to live The soul there—all the time.”

“If ever the lid gets off my head,” The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson — ed. Thomas H. Johnson

[stainlessteelwaterbottle]

no more all star casts. “motion picture” starring “some cunt you’ve never heard of” coming to theatres soon

[weltenwellen]

Louise Glück, Poems 1962-2012

[weltenwellen]

Anne Carson, from "Book Of Isaiah", Glass, Irony and God

[ritikajyala]

I lost my best friend 3 years ago- not lost as in dead but lost as in we only text each other on our birthdays now. Movies and books don't tell you that a friendship dying is like the sinking of a ship, you try to get higher and higher and hold onto the rails and unanswered texts, the captain tries to steer it to safety and salvage pieces of two broken hearts until you're left with memories of what once was. We were friends for a decade and knew each other's diaries by heart, I still remember her phone number and the way she took her coffee. Seeing her in streets is like breathing in a scent you forgot you knew but it immediately takes you back to a summer in '07.

Movies and books also don't tell you that friendships don't just end after one fight or incident, it's like the rusting of a bridge, the slow decay of flesh and bones and secrets. It took weeks, months- until one day I woke up and I realized I hadn't thought of her in a while. And I wrote a poem that day and I titled it 'The dying of a best friend' and I put all my love for her in a tiny box with my half of the matching pendant of a dolphin we had and stored them in a corner of my heart under the heading Grief. Where else can one hide unspent love?

It's been 3 years since I lost my best friend, lost as in I still carry our secrets in a tiny box but we only text each other on our birthdays.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire

[endocathexis]

[quotespile]

Sometimes a useful delusion is better than a useless truth.

Colson Whitehead, The Underground Railroad (via quotespile)

[armandgoth]

[silenceformysoul]

Franz von Stuck - The Kiss of the Sphinx

[lonequixote]

Edvard Munch

The Kiss

(via @lonequixote)

[quotespile]

I commit her to memory. When I’m alone, I feel a strange yearning, the hunger of a man fasting not because he believes but because he’s ashamed. Not the cleansing hunger of the devout, but the feverish hunger of the hypocrite. I let her go every evening only because there’s nothing I can do to stop her.

Mohsin Hamid, Moth Smoke (via quotespile)

[desbianherstory]

Ritu Dalmia, “I Am a Chef Who Happnrs to Be a Lesbian”, from Sex and the Supreme Court, ed. Saurabh Kirpal

[oneiro1996]

korina longin for richard tyler f/w 1997, beautiful

[weirdletter]

“Aimer et mourir Au pays qui te ressemble!” Baudelaire, by Løpz, via Instagram.

[lonequixote]

Henri-Edmond Cross 

The Pink House (detail) 

(via @lonequixote)