From the depth to the shallows

fàilte gu fearann! welcome ashore 18+ | he/him (e/esan) | HyfrydCymru (AO3) scoteng ⚬ fruk ⚬ scotfra ⚬ etc!

[opiumvampire]

this one. fuck this poem.

[beguines]

Meghan Kemp-Gee, The Animal in the Room

[paper-wounds]

Fortesa Latifi, from The Truth About Grief.

[atelierjen]

Camouflage by Pejac, birds in broken windows of abandoned power plant Rijeka, Croatia

[polari]

I do not want / to inspire pity so much as revulsion, I want people to despair / like I despaired when I couldn’t run, could barely walk, each stair / a newly unwrapped razor against muscle -> Actually we should say that Cassandra screams outside of language. The scream is to gash the fabric of normal life, to rend it into strange tatters. -> Right here this pain this cut this chill this bruise this pull this fracture this shiver this ache this strain this stinging this burn this scar this fever this tremble this split this blister this lump this weep this pounding this crack this scrape this chip this sprain this flutter this stitch this rasp this damage this flush this break this swell this catch this murmur this weakness this failure this tremor this clot right here I feel it. I speak it. -> Scream when your life is threatened. Form a noise so true that your tormentor recognizes it as a voice that lives in his own throat. -> Once, when I was in a glut of pain, / I said to a friend, / Just take an hour and imagine / this is happening to you. / She looked straight ahead / and said, I don’t want to.

[polari]

Maria Gray, “[Years of pelvic floor therapy]” Selby Wynn Schwartz, After Sappho Amy Meissner, “The Acquisition of Language” Jenny Holzer, “Inflammatory Essays,” [no title] / “Shriek when the pain hits...” Ellen Bass, “Experiment in Empathy”

[polari]

[phantomleaves]

A STUDY OF DOLLS, 1897, Stanley G. Hall & A. Caswell Lewis

[classicalcanvas]

Among the Waves by Ivan Aivazovsky

[beammeupplease]

The Wave

Ivan Aivazovsky

[puremode]

john berger

[1irvtebhyp]

Blind (2007) dir. Tamar van den Dop

[intimatum]

“I’m not sure I even believe in what happened to me. Did something happen, and did I, because I didn’t know how to experience it, end up experiencing something else instead?”

Clarice Lispector, The Passion According to G.H.

[boringangel]

Korina Wray

[mercuryfountain-deactivated2024]

Roni Horn, Images from “Some Thames” series, 2000

[weltenwellen]

Joy Sullivan, from “These Days People Are Really Selling Me On California”, Instructions for Traveling West

[smsomah]

From the book Cut these words into my stone: ancient Greek epitaphs (Wolfe, Michael)

[eriochromatic]

knight of the seven kingdoms

[itchycoil]

“We cannot live in a world that is interpreted for us by others. An interpreted world is not a home. Part of the terror is to take back our own listening. To use our own voice. To see our own light.”

— Hildegard von Bingen, from ‘Selected Writings’ (via wraith-lace)