Interview With The Vampire, 1.07 + Peter Weiss (tr. james Rolleston & Kai Evers) / Noor Shirazie / Richard

Valeria Luiselli, from Faces in the Crowd (tr. Christina MacSweeney)

[Text ID: It’s a ghost story. Is it frightening? No, but it’s a bit sad.]

neta l. in spite

[Text ID: “Admit it was on purpose. Confess that you saw the rot and chose to stay. That you touched the cobwebs and the dusty staircase and you loved me still. That you saw it all and lived there deliberately. That you fixed the leaky faucet instead of turning it off and changed the light bulbs instead of kneeling in broken glass. Tell me you weren’t blind and deaf to it, promise you loved me knowingly.” /End ID]

alexandra christo, to kill a kingdom

Growing Up & Losing Friends

Fernando Pessoa, “A Little Larger Than The Entire Universe” | A. Timofeev, “Spring” | Mikko Harvey, “For M” | F. Scott Fitzgerald | Adele “When We Were Young” | Willem Haenraets, “A Letter for Two Friends” | Alain de Botton | Hishaam Siddiqi, “Where Did You Go?” | @honeytuesday | Edward Hopper, “Pensive Lady in Pink” | George R.R. Martin, “A Game of Thrones”

the embrace of soil and soul

the way you say soil sounds like soul // the way you say soil you make a poem out of every speck of dirt

[Galatée, Charles François Jalabert // soil, Irène P. Mathieu // Take Me to Church, Hozier // Quote, Jonathan Swift // The Triassic Cuddle, alissaurus_rex // Poem, Tanner Olson // Painting (detail), Josef Neugebauer // Work Song, Hozier // Wolfstar Microfic, tumblr user @mkaugust // Dreaming of Pomegranates, Felice Casorati]

“I rehearsed it all night—the absence of mercy, as a condition to you who said when I am in the same room as your body I am        in a different room.”

— Kimberly Grey, from The Opposite of Light: Poems; “We Are Mostly Merciful”

Ghost Of My Ghosts, Sol Rios

the goldfinch, donna tartt // illustration by instachaaz (ig) // selected poems by frank o’hara // the witcher, netfilx // suffocation, crystal castles c. 2010 // the diaries of franz kafka // diary, virginia woolf

Mahmoud Darwish, from Memory for Forgetfulness: August, Beirut, 1982 (tr. Ibrahim Muhawi)

For context: this is written within a work regarding the siege of Beirut in 1982. “Memory for Forgetfulness is an extended reflection on the invasion and its political and historical dimensions. It is also a journey into personal and collective memory. What is the meaning of exile? What is the role of the writer in time of war? What is the relationship of writing (memory) to history (forgetfulness)?” (x)

Kaveh Akbar, from “Despite My Efforts Even My Prayers Have Turned into Threats“