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a study of hua cheng

station eleven— emily st. john mandel / planet of love— richard siken / long life— mary oliver / details from portrait of a lady on fire (2019) / work song— hozier / litany in which certain things are crossed out— richard siken / this is how you lose the time war— amal el-mortar and max gladstone / wild geese— mary oliver / details from l’ange dechu (the fallen angel)— alexandre cabanel / black telephone— richard siken

Rainer Maria Rilke, Journal of My Other Self

“–and what I really meant to say is, girls like us are fluent in silence. When we bite our tongues, we swallow the blood.”

— excerpt from EVERY PLACE IS EMPTY UNTIL WE LEAVE IT // h.y.k (via sekmets)

on soulmates

f. scott fitzgerald / friedrich nietzsche / florence and the machine / andrea dworkin / kiersten white / euripides / audre lorde / phillip pullmann / bob hicok

“I rise from my worst disasters, I turn, I change.”

— Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via n0ctiluca)

“If a monster falls in love with another monster, is it desire? Is it fate? It’s tragedy.”

— thoughts #130 | r.m (via twofacedharveydent)

“(…) no one wants a half-remembered tragedy. You must know the width of the knife and how it ruined you, name the organs it kissed.”

— Life of the Party, ‘Addendum II to No Baptism’ by Olivia Gatwood (via decreation)

“(…) and then there’s the silence that comes back, a million times bigger than me, sneaks into my bones and wails and wails and wails until I can’t be quiet anymore.”

— Bright Dead Things; The Quiet Machine, Ada Limón (via briannaswriter)

Sophokles, from Elektra; translated by Anne Carson in An Oresteia

Text ID: ELEKTRA: You have town away the part of my mind where hope was—

Forugh Farrokhzad, tr. by Sholeh Wolpé, from “Let Us Believe in the Dawn of the Cold Season”, Sin

love in the time of cholera, gabriel garcía márquez // carmilla, joseph sheridan le fanu // letter of testimony, octavio paz (trans. eliot weinburger) // planet of love, richard siken // the queen of carthage, louise glück // excerpt from a letter to fanny brawne, john keats // little weirds, jenny slate // clarification, franz wright // sonnet lxvi, pablo neruda (trans. ilan stavans) // gone: poems, fanny howe.

i beg you to love me, say that i'm enough, but you tell me— why are you like this? i think there's something wrong with you.

for @shestrying

Ada Limón, "In the Country of Resurrection" // Jack Kerouac, Big Sur // Mary Oliver, "The Fourth Sign of the Zodiac" // Gregory Orr, "To Be Alive" // Dino Ahmetović // Siniša Simon, Magic Dance // Mary Oliver, Devotions: The Selected Poems of Mary Oliver // Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra (trans. Olga Voronina & Brian Boyd) // Mary Oliver, "Toad" // 木苏里, 全球高考 (Global Examination)

On lost love

Vita Sackville-West, Everything Everywhere All at Once, Lee Martens, ?, ?,?, Clementine von Radics

Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl // Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Gentle Spirit // Lyric Hunter, "A Garden" // Margaret Atwood, Power Politics: Poems // @artsy_tay_ on Instagram // William Shakespeare, The Taming of the Shrew // Sappho, "If not, Winter" (trans. Anne Carson)

— Hélène Cixous, from The Selected Plays of Hélène Cixous.

“She wanted a storm to match her rage.”

— George R.R. Martin, A Feast for Crows (via wordsnquotes)

“Is it better to out-monster the monster or to be quietly devoured?”

— Friedrich Nietzsche, Good and Evil (via twofacedharveydent)

“i was a darkness in his bed sunless & shining like oil”

— – Safia Elhillo  (via pairedaeza)

“I love you. Always. Even in darkness.”

— Highfalutinman (via wnq-writers)

wolves without teeth // of monsters and men

“The past beats inside me like a second heart.”

— John Banville, The Sea (via wordsnquotes)

“Sometimes we want what we want even if we know it’s going to kill us.”

— Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch (via lyndsyfonseca)

“No place like home, no place like her.”

— (Mh.)

you tried being GENTLE,         you tried being KIND…

                                            & IN THE END—                                                 you found it made you                                                        even more cruel.

“He looks at me with the softest eyes that I have ever known.”

— C.H (via canadiemrps)

                                   My love,                     what we make of loss is a sport  that kills us. 

Natalie Wee, “Asami Writes to Korra for Three Years” in Wildness Journal

“yes, our story ended. i lost you without warning, without justice, without meaning; but somewhere, out there in time, in an alternative universe, we’re meeting for the first time, i look at your lips eagerly, you laugh. somewhere out there we have a whole future ahead of us, an unlimited number of days. and that is not sad, darling. that is beautiful.”

— and until we meet again, i will carry you with me. // V.R. (via liethargy)