Aaiún Nin, from Broken Halves of a Milky Sun: Poems; “Tell me of the first time you were poisoned”
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Aaiún Nin, from Broken Halves of a Milky Sun: Poems; “Tell me of the first time you were poisoned”
May 8, 1922 The Diaries of Franz Kafka 1914-1923 [May 8. Would you call it a conversation if the other person is silent and, to keep up the appearance of the conversation, you try to substitute for him, and so imitate him, and so parody him, and so parody yourself. END ID]
Dmitry Khramtsov (Храм), “Eyelashes,” 2026
Kore metamorfica II, 2025 – oil on board — Agostino Arrivabene (Italian, b.1967)
if God made you all from dirt
He made me of rock and vermin
The Wounded Angel / Haavoittunut Enkeli (1903) by Hugo Simberg
Maria Zoccola, from a poem titled "the spartan women discuss the local waterfowl," featured in Helen Of Troy, 1993: Poems
sorta crazy that italy is shaped like that. cunty stiletto boot peninsula. and she did that naturally.
Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Mr. & Mrs Holland, featured in The Letters of Emily Dickinson
𝙾𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟼, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟻 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹
[ID: October 6. Various type of nervousness. I think noises can no longer disturb me, though to be sure I am not doing any work now. Of course, the deeper one digs one’s pit the quieter it becomes, the less fearful one becomes, the quieter it becomes. END ID]
“You have to talk, otherwise your head turns into a cemetery.”
— Chuck Palahniuk, Consider This
Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin