[woundedwoman-moved]

me, praying: please be with me-

the little emily brontë that lives in the back of my head: always, take any form, drive me mad, only do not lea

[soljos-deactivated20211229]

When my family assume I’m lying in bed

I am stretched on your sweet tomb

From fall of darkness until morning

Weeping my torment eternally

And sobbing, howling, woundedly, unceasingly,

For my headstrong, fierce, intelligent girl

Who had been mine since childhood!

— Atáim Sínte Air do Thuamba / I Am Stretched On Your Grave, III

[woundedwoman-moved]

(source)

[galetops]

a story in three parts

[woundedwoman-moved]

browsing this Australian goth store and finding a tommy shelby print. peaky blinders gothic television 

[woundedwoman-moved]

yeah 

[eastofthesunwestofthemoon]

“I know all the blood. I know why angels howl in the moonlight.”

— How Music Stays in the Body, Lee Herrick (via decreation)

[odairannies]

which hot priest are you today 

[woundedwoman-moved]

reading lolita and getting mad every time it makes me laugh 

[theswiftiebookclub]

In honor of book lovers day drop your top 3 from 2021 so far in the tags

[woundedwoman-moved]

But I know this act is natural, a truth beneath it, muscled and gleaming; I had heard the creature speak. Sometimes you must consume the damaged body, digest it cell by cell, to taste the new beginning.

Dantiel W. Moniz, “Feast,” Milk Blood Heat.

[woundedwoman-moved]

the womb as the only and last safe place a child ever resides 

[cuttingstone]

happy wuthering heights wednesday

[woundedwoman-moved]

Dantiel W. Moniz, Milk Blood Heat.

[woundedwoman-moved]

They wait for the howling they don’t voice to quiet. It never does. Instead it evens out, a thin purr that lives inside their ribcages and the webbing of their fingers.

Dantiel W. Moniz, Milk Blood Heat.

[woundedwoman-moved]

Ava knows she really is a monster, or at least she feels like one: unnatural and unfamiliar in her body. Before thirteen, she hadn’t realized empty was a thing you could carry. But who put it there? Sometimes she wonders if she will ever be rid of it, and other times she never wants to give it back. It is a thing she owns. 

Dantiel W. Moniz, Milk Blood Heat

[amouthfulloflove]

“To survive, I had to stay unfamiliar to myself, neutralized, at arm’s length. Sometimes, I think, all these years later, I’m still hunting the part of myself I exiled.”

Places I’ve Taken My Body; ‘The Broken Country: On Disability and Desire’ by Molly McCully Brown