But An Unquenchable Love For You Has Never Left Me...

conqueror, aurora

the beast you made of me

The Truth and Grunewald, Juan Ramón Jiménez tr. W.S. Merwin | St. Michael,  Luca Giordano | The Bear - Episode 1, Christopher Storer | Fallen Angel, Alexandre Cabanel | Fury, Yevgeny Yevtushenko | Dante et Virgile, William Bouguereau | The Terre Haute Planetarium Rejected My Proposal, Paige Lewis | Study of a Man, Thomas Couture

the maids, jean genet (trans. bernard frechtman) // elektra, sophokles (trans. anne carson).

All of us like stairs, one step after another, going up, going down, but always going the same way.

Letter to My Rage: An Evolution - Lidia Yuknavitch / Lady Snowblood / Autumn Sonata (x) / The Unbearable Lightness of Being - Milan Kundera / On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous - Ocean Vuong / Milk and Honey - Rupi Kaur / The Joy Luck Club / Enough - Suzanne Buffam / x / The Chronology of Water - Lidia Yuknavitch / Lake Mungo / Family Tree (Intro) - Ethel Cain

“Love has something to do with the notion of being seen — the opposite of invisibility. The invisible, the unwitnessed, the unacknowledged, the isolated, the lonely — these are the unloved. Loving attention illuminates the unseen, escorting them from the frontiers of lovelessness into the observed world. To truly see someone — anyone — is an act that acknowledges and forgives our common and imperfect humanity. Love enacts a kind of vigilant perception — whether it is to a partner, a child, a co-worker, a neighbour, a fellow citizen, or any other person one may encounter in this life. Love says softly — I see you. I recognise you. You are human, as am I.”

— Nick Cave, The Red Hand Files Issue #103

The Indigo Spell, Richelle Mead

Psyche by Louis Couperus

I don’t know how to live in this world lightly.

Some memories I grip too tight,

Some crush my shoulders.

- This Anatomy of Melancholy #2 // L.H.Z

Ghost Of My Ghosts, Sol Rios

“& my body is a wall so thin you could miss it so wide it cuts the world in half & out the light you stumble touch yourself gently & enough.”

— Danez Smith, from “For the Dead Homie,” published in The Fight and the Fiddle (via lifeinpoetry)