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Track: Bloodspattered blossom

Artist: Shizuka

Album: Heavenly Persona

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“Born with a heavenly homesickness, I wept as a child over the filthiness of life, and felt strange and homeless among relations and friends.”

— August Strindberg, The Inferno (via disorienteddreams)

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Pharmakon - Intent or Instinct

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“She had what’s known as inner life and didn’t know it. She lived off herself as if eating her own entrails. When she went to work she looked like a gentle lunatic because as the bus went along she daydreamed in loud and dazzling dreams. These dreams, because of all that interiority, were empty because they lacked the essential nucleus of–of ecstasy, let’s say. Most of the time she had without realizing it the void that fills the souls of the saints. Was she a saint? So it seems. She didn’t know that she was meditating because she didn’t know what the word meant. But it seems to me that her life was a long meditation on the nothing. Except she needed others in order to believe in herself, otherwise she’d get lost in the successive and round emptiness inside her. She meditated while she was typing and that’s why she made even more mistakes.”

— Clarice Lispector – from The Hour of the Star, translated by Benjamin Moser (via liliesofpur-i-ty)

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“There are some eyes can eat you.”

— Angela Carter, from “The Erl-King,” The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories

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“His earlier passion was to squeeze the whore’s neck, in later years he would tie the girl by the neck. Before her sits a sumptuous meal, but to reach it she must strangle; otherwise she dies of hunger.”

— Marquis De Sade, 120 Days of Sodom (via moroaica-viv)

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“Catch me. I’m your disease.”

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Anne Sexton, from “Eighteen Days Without You”

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