…my Spite Was Sharp As Broken Glass.

ginger // the front bottoms

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Mary Shelley (2018) Directed by Haifaa al-Mansour

My blood is yearning–bitterly, darkly, and inescepably.

Nikolay Punin, from a diary entry featured in The Diaries of Nikolay Punin: 1904 - 1953 (via violentwavesofemotion)

               a WOLF is a WOLF.

                                               even in a CAGE.

                                                                         even dressed in SILK.

MEDEA (1969) dir. Pier Paolo Pasolini

Sandra Cisneros, from My Wicked Wicked Ways: Selected Poems; “His Story,”

I enjoyed the danger and the intensity.

Anaïs Nin, from “Delta Of Venus,” originally published c. August 1977 (via violentwavesofemotion)

Even the dark needs things to eat. To love. Is there a difference? We consume what we love, its purpose and sustenance. We feast on its glory and sedate ourselves with its beauty. Anyway. The dark was hungry. The dark is always devouring, always searching for the light that defines it in opposition.

Mabel, Episode 18: Unusual Hungers written by Mabel Martin (via girlwithouthands)