first love / late spring, mitski

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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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first love / late spring, mitski
growing up a girl letting people do things to you for years and years and years means your anger will turn biblical. anger that is incoherent unidentifiable inconsolable
Hélène Cixous, Love of the Wolf
Jenny Holzer, Laments: The Knife Cut Runs As Long…, 1988-9.
The knife cut runs as long as it wants. It is through my stomach. I keep looking at it. I have more colors than I would have thought. The hole is large enough for my head. The hole was big enough for their hands to move freely. They put their fingers in because they should not and because they do not get the chance every day.
journal excerpt, july first
Richard Kadrey
original writing / do not repost
The only way I can fall asleep is convincing myself you’re actually coming home
ig:grief.goblin
“the pain I don’t say out loud, builds a home inside me.”
— Life of the Party, ‘No Baptism’ by Olivia Gatwood (via decreation)
“What are we made of but hunger and rage?”
— Anne Carson, “To Compostela,” The Anthropology of Water, Plainwater: Essays and Poetry (via lifeinpoetry)
“this body is trauma & trauma still needs to be excised / the water still needs to burn.”
— — jaye simpson, from “w a t e r w a y s,” it was never going to be okay
And by the time this story is over, they will be covered in blood. Some of it will be theirs. Some of it will belong to others. But they will drip with it. They will swim in it. They will drown in it.
Grady Hendrix, from The Southern Book Club’s Guide to Slaying Vampires