Watch the Queen Conquer

'Do what you love and fuck the rest.' INFJ. Type 6. Feminist. Filmmaker and Screenwriter. Film journalist. Book reviewer. Artemis' archeress. Everyone is welcome.

[studioghifli]

[farewell-to-lorien]

Haunted Depths, by Nicole Gustafsson. 

[medusagirlfriend-blog]

J.D. McClatchy, “THE DIALOGUE OF DESIRE AND GUILT”

[stavroginas]

How good it feels to be lost, to be looked for, to be found, to tremble with all those fears together: fear of not being discovered, fear of being discovered, fear of not trembling with fear.

Hélène Cixous, Love of the Wolf

[boywrote]

—Hélène Cixous, Stigmata: Escaping Texts (1998). 

[nicholasroerich]

Himalayas. Moon mountains., 1933, Nicholas Roerich

Medium: canvas,tempera

[blue-heavens]

[firstfullmoon]

Mahmoud Darwish, from “Counterpoint (For Edward W. Said),” in Almond Blossoms and Beyond, tr. Mohammad Shaheen

[text ID: I defend the need of poets for a tomorrow and for memories at the same time; I defend the tree that birds clothe, as a country and a place of exile; I defend a moon that is still suitable for a love poem; I defend an idea shattered by the frailty of its holders, and I defend a country hijacked by legends.]

[nemfrog]

Orion. Young folks’ astronomy. 1881. 

[myfairylily]

Paris, France | @chloecleroux 

[weltenwellen]

Heather Havrilesky, How to Be a Person in the World

[relatablepoetryandquotes]

“Isn’t it odd how much fatter a book gets when you’ve read it several times? As if something were left between the pages every time you read it. Feelings, thoughts, sounds, smells…and then, when you look at the book again many years later, you find yourself there, too, a slightly younger self, slightly different, as if the book had preserved you like a pressed flower…both strange and familiar.” - Cornelia Funke, The Inkheart

[soracities]

Poems are nearer to prayers than to stories, but in poetry there is no one behind the language being prayed to. It is the language itself which has to hear and acknowledge […] In all poetry words are a presence before they are a means of communication

John Berger, And Our Faces, My Heart, Brief as Photos (via soracities)

[lvnalcveqood]

@riordanversenet event: favorite god; artemis

the young girl looked at me, her eyes colder and brighter than the winter moon. “I am artemis,” she said. “goddess of the hunt.”

[adrasteiax]

“Girl, aging girl, is haunted by own nothingness & devours views from windows (stories, movies, overheard talk & sights in the street, pictures in newspapers, etc.) with continuous feeling she is ‘just about’, miraculously, to come into her OWN – her own life.”

— Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath

[anthropologyofwater-deactivated]

— excerpt from a thousand mornings: “green, green is my sister’s house” by mary oliver

[gacougnol]

Adolf de Meyer Torii Gate marking the Entrance to a Shinto Shrine c. 1900 - 1910