[mournfulroses]

May Sarton, from her book titled "May Sarton: A Self-Portrait," originally published in 1978

[vazakinada]

I lost some of myself when I stopped writing. I don't know how to get back to it. The reason I stopped is still alive, and it makes me feel sickly to just contemplate writing again. I want to, I want to write again, about me, about you, about what all of it feels, about what I lost, and keep on losing, about what I am afraid of, about the clogged screams in my throat, about the dreams I have and how fucking painful it is to dream... I don't know.

[mournfulroses]

Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a diary entry featured in Rapture & Melancholy; The Diaries of Edna St. Vincent Millay

[deviika]

Lee Krasner // Franz Kafka

[weltonboys]

mother night, kurt vonnegut

[weltenwellen]

Andrea Gibson, Lord of the Butterflies

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

– Oscar Wilde

[wintercorrybriea]

Diana Sands as "Joan" in George Bernard Shaw's SAINT JOAN (the first time a Black actress played the role in a major Broadway production) at the Lincoln Center Repertory Theater, here with Philip Bosco as Dunois, Bastard of Orleans, 1967 — 1968.

[mournfulroses]

Alexander Blok, from a poem titled "To The Muse," featured in The Twelve & Other Poems

[ymutate]

Vyacheslav Belov, Russia

Nightmare or salvation, nothingness or existence

[mournfulroses]

T. S. Eliot, from The Complete Works of T. S. Eliot; "The Confidential Clerk,"

[stingrayextraordinaire]

Another year, another group of my delightful ninth graders trying to spell the word "tragedy" for their Romeo and Juliet assignment.

Last year's collection

[vazakinada]

Can I sell a scream?

[vazakinada]

Who’s still here?

[wnq-writers]

“Her soul is liquid fire, a hell that flows within.”

— Vàzaki Nada

[vazakinada]

Love residue. Love residue. Because I didn't know what to do with the love I had for you, I kept touching everyone and everything with it, I left marks where I shouldn't have, I sprinkled it all like ashes that had no grounds to belong, and I hated you for it. And I hated myself.

The Red Tooth by V. Nada

[vazakinada]

There's a triangle of madness and violence inside of her. She has been so mad, so angry, so enraged for some time now. It is as though she has been split into three different characters who are in constant war with one another. There's always blood there, and fear.

The Red Tooth by V.Nada