Figment, Leila Chatti

WHAT COULD YOU POSSIBLY KILL, THAT YOU LOVED SO MUCH THAT IT WOULD MAKE THE SUN RISE AGAIN?

Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous  /  Rumi  /  George R.R. Martin, Game of Thrones  /  CNS, We are beauty and fire; ash we may be, but we are stronger than them.  /  Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch  /  Rina Sawayama, Dynasty  /  Benjamin West, Death on the Pale Horse (1817)  /  Ingeborg Bachmann, Malina  /  Eugenio Montale, The Storm  /   Succession HBO Opening Credits  /  Bernard Knox, Introduction to The Iliad  /  Into the Badlands AMC  /  Succession HBO S01E08 “Prague”  /  c.d., You do, you know. You deserve peace.  /  Kahlil Gibran, Defeat

self-portrait against red wallpaper, richard siken

“–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)

How two hands touch and the bonds will never be broken.

Mary Oliver, from Devotions: The Selected Poems of Mary Oliver

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

“everything beautiful in us / is already / dying.”

— — Gwen Benaway, from day/break (via lifeinpoetry)

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]

                                   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

i think my body is falling in pieces i think my blood is passing me by

Micah Nemerever These Violent Delights / I.B. Vyache Excerpt 07.01.21 / Silas Denver Melvin excerpt from Grit: A Poetry Collection / Christa Wolf excerpt from Cassandra: A Novel and Four Essays / Ethel Cain Family Tree (Intro) / unknown / Fiona Apple Left Alone / Richard Siken The Worm King's Lullaby / Gwen Benaway Holy Wild

i. Micah Nemerever, These Violent Nights

[ "I don't think you've ever felt anything that didn't hurt you. / We've found each other, out of everyone else in the world. Does that hurt, too?" ]

ii. I.B. Vyache, Excerpt 07.01.21

[ "It's time to forgive my hands for being hands. I'm going to hate myself a little less tomorrow. I'm going to hate myself a little less tomorrow." ]

iii. unknown

[ "have you shot a gun? is your blood authentic? is your blood authentic? is your blood authentic? can you prove it to me?" ]

iv. Christa Wolf, Cassandra: A Novel and Four Essays

[ "You looked at me / (did you still see me?)" ]

v. Ethel Cain, Family Tree (Intro)

[ "The fate's already fucked me sideways / Swinging by my neck from the family tree / He'll laugh and say, 'You know I raised you better than this' / Then leave me hanging so they all can laugh at me" ]

vi. unknown

[ "I fight. I resist. It doesn't even matter what I resist; there is simply something in me that tends to resist things as they are. I have been fighting since I was very small." ]

vii. Fiona Apple, Left Alone

[ "[Chorus] / How can I ask anyone to love me / When all I do is beg to be left alone?" ]

viii. Richard Siken, The Worm King's Lullaby

[ "Someone has to leave first. This is a very old story. There is no other version of this story." ]

ix. Gwen Benaway, Holy Wild

[ "I am tired of explaining the fire, / it burns because it must." ]