Beware the Man Who Speaks in Hands

[feral-ballad]

Aaiún Nin, from Broken Halves of a Milky Sun: Poems; “Tell me of the first time you were poisoned”

[Text ID: “And your soul split in half. / And those halves splintered further, so you exist in fragments.”]

[weltenwellen]

Kaveh Akbar, from “Calling a Wolf a Wolf (Inpatient)”, Calling a Wolf a Wolf 

[braisedhoney]

EVENT HORIZON

[oswednesday]

deletes you forever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [you still exist as metadata]

[oswednesday]

[sanguinacciodolce]

I.B. Vyache, “The Rotting Dollhouse” from Conversations Over Sanguinaccio Dolce

[indistantdays]

[suihouni]

[weusedtobegiants]

You do not live; you are not allowed to die. You drift between earth and death which seem, finally, strangely alike.

Louise Glück, from Averno

[megairea]

He is not yet dead. He never will die. It is only that he’ll never come back.

Bertolt Brecht, from Mothers of the Missing (tr. by Tom Kuhn & David Constantine)

[eliamatrell]

— ANNE SEXTON, from Unknown Girl in the Maternity Ward.

[yuzu394]

[sanssa-archive]

i learned that from a friend of mine. road to hell ii // hadestown

[yuzu394]

Keep smiling....

[yuzu394]

[yuzu394]

[1five1two]

How little remains of the man I once was, save the memory of him! But remembering is only a new form of suffering.

Charles Baudelaire

[yuzu394]