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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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by lesdemoizelles
A beautiful Uchigatana decorated with gold and copper alloy, Japan, ca. 17th-18th century, housed at the Detroit Institute of Arts.
Simone de Beauvoir, from Diary of a Philosophy Student: Volume 1, 1926-1927; September 29th, 1926
Text ID: I had the taste of nothingness in my mouth, complete darkness, not even the hope of a glimmer of light.
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“He was beautiful, that was always affirmed, but his beauty was hard to fix or to see, for he was always glimmering, flickering, melting, mixing, he was the shape of a shapeless flame, he was the eddying thread of needle-shapes in the shapeless mass of the waterfall. He was the invisible wind that hurried the clouds in billows and ribbons. You could see a bare tree on the skyline bent by the wind, holding up twisted branches and bent twigs, and suddenly its formless form would resolve itself into that of the trickster.”
— A. S. Byatt, Ragnarok: The End of The Gods
“I inherited hunger, popped jaw, all teeth, & father taught me how to feast.”
— Kemi Alabi, from “No More White Girls, or What I Learned from Father,” published in KWELI
“my love is a graceless, heaving thing”
— — Faye Chevalier, from “blood II,” We Want It All: An Anthology of Radical Trans Poetics, eds. Andrea Abi-Karam & Kay Gabriel
“[…] The wind is an open sore. I’m all roots and burn Mom, I’m burning Mom, I’m burning Mom, I’m burning.”
— Evan Knoll, from ‘Blood Makes the Blade Holy,’ Muzzle Magazine
“What is that stain spreading from your neck to your knees to your doorstep to your ridiculous glass-like soul that was supposed to outlast the centuries, outlive the galaxies, survive the rules of love, master the odds of war and transcend all seven level oceans of Homer?”
— Anne Carson, in Norma Jeane Baker of Troy
Forugh Farrokhzad — Rebellious God
Anaïs Nin, from “A Journal of Love”: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1934–1937
Margaret Atwood, from “Crickets”, The Door (2007)
by Angela Bailey