“and so far from any help, he heard it in himself—it rose from his bleeding, his cracked-open heart. It was a sound of rage and weeping which filled the grave, rage and weeping from time set free, but bound now in eternity; rage that had no language, weeping with no voice.”
You stand red-handed. You want to wash yourself in earth, in rocks and grass. What are you supposed to do with all this loss?
"I want to say somewhere: I've tried to be forgiving. And yet. There were times in my life, whole years, when anger got the better of me. Ugliness turned me inside out. There was a certain satisfaction in bitterness. I courted it. It was standing outside, and I invited it in.”
“the king and his rage” + @quinn-dervilia
oscar isaac, from moon knight || james baldwin, from go tell it on the mountain || alejandra caballero, bella durmiente || adonis, from selected poems; “season of tears” || dev patel, from the green knight || margaret atwood, from down || alex prager, from sun valley; “compulsion” || carmen maria, from in the dream house || oscar isaac, from dune || nicole krauss, from the history of love || dev patel, from the green knight || florence + the machine, from how big, how blue, how beautiful; the queen of peace ||