mika

“my business is circumference.” -Emily ig:velsailor

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[tristesse-globale]

[weavingcloth]

[yo0narchive]

Imitation of Christ SS 2004

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Imitation of Christ FW 2004

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Invocation

by Helene Johnson

Let me be buried in the rain In a deep, dripping wood, Under the warm wet breast of Earth Where once a gnarled tree stood. And paint a picture on my tomb With dirt and a piece of bough Of a girl and a boy beneath a round, ripe moon Eating of love with an eager spoon And vowing an eager vow. And do not keep my plot mowed smooth And clean as a spinster’s bed, But let the weed, the flower, the tree, Riotous, rampant, wild and free, Grow high above my head.

[palomamia]

Blumenfeld Erwin

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Luana ribero, 2004.

[macklesufficient]

im not 17 anymore and i should find something new to talk about but remember when ophelia said “i hope all will be well” (4.5)

[macklesufficient]

pain is stored in the shakespearean woman

[macklesufficient]

this isn’t an original thought by any means but when shakespeare wanted to examine the depths and nuance of human suffering it was almost always most effective in his women. you got the articulate outbursts (oh god that i were a man i would eat his heart in the marketplace) (grief fills the room up of my absent child. have i not reason, then, to be fond of grief?) (the time was, father, that you broke your word) etc etc but tbh what gets me is how often they’re the ones to sorta metatextually admit that something’s unspeakable, which is a wild thing to do in a shakespeare play. romeo monologues in the sepulcher for a long time but juliet says “i’ll be brief”/lady macbeth can’t talk about it at all she sleeptalks and kills herself offstage/isabella’s told she’s getting married and never speaks again/ hamlet talks and talks and talks bc he’s convinced he can work it all out that way as if there’s something to understand about pain besides that it hurts, but she doesn’t try to explain her songs to anybody. unhappy that i am i cannot heave my heart into my mouth etc

[heavensghost]

You don’t have to belong everywhere!

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[marypickfords]

Murders in the Rue Morgue (Robert Florey, 1932)

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kiko, 2013

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adeline rapon and tony stone (2010) ph. sacha dumain

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Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in The Diary of Anaïs Nin Volume 1 1931-1934

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Angeer Amol by Ace Amir for Ubikwist Magazine - December 2020