I Don’t Know How To Live In This World Lightly.

i want to go home. i will always want to go home. even when i am at home i want to go home. but i’m not really thinking of a place, it’s more that feeling of everything finally being over, of seeing the light in the windows of your house on a cold night, of being safe, the relief of leaving a party you’re not enjoying, like when you felt sick at school and they sent you home, or when you got upset at a sleepover and they called your parents. i want my mam to come get me. i want to go home.

on soulmates

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

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

you never get over your first love, not if its your best friend.

The Haunting of Bly Manor (2020), Mike Flanagan//Crimson Peak, Guillermo del Toro//Ocean Vuong//Fear Street part 3: 1666 (2021), Leigh Janiak//Could you ever live without, David Jones//Invisible Monsters: Vision, Horror, and Contemporary Culture, Jeffrey Weinstock//Midnight Mass (2021), Mike Flanagan//Black Telephone, Richard Siken//The Haunting of Hill House (2018), Mike Flanagan//The Haunting of Bly Manor (2020), Mike Flanagan

Margaret Atwood, from "Three Desk Objects", Selected Poems : 1965-1975

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

— Highfalutinman (via wnq-writers)

portrait of a lady on fire, dir. céline sciamma // doubt comes in, hadestown // eurydice, sarah ruhl // metamorphoses: book x, ovid trans. anthony kline // “eurydice”, ocean vuong // talk, hozier

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image 4: Text from Metamorphoses: Book X by Ovid that reads: “They took the upward path, through the still silence, steep and dark, shadowy with dense fog, drawing near to the threshold of the upper world. Afraid she was no longer there, and eager to see her, the lover turned his eyes. In an instant she dropped back, and he, unhappy man, stretching out his arms to hold her and be held, clutched at nothing but the receding air. Dying a second time, now, there was no complaint to her husband (what, then, could she complain of, except that she had been loved?). She spoke a last ‘farewell’ that, now, scarcely reached his ears, and turned again towards that same place.”

image 6: Screenshot of lyrics from “Talk” by Hozier that reads: “I’d be the voice that urged Orpheus / When her body was found / I’d be the choiceless hope in grief / That drove him underground / I’d be the dreadful need in the devotee / That made him turn around / And I’d be the immediate forgiveness / In Eurydice / Imagine being loved by me”.

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Nell Stevens, Briefly, A Delicious Life

“My love is honey tongue. Dandelion wine in a pitcher. Thirsty love. My love licks it’s fingers before it has even fed. My love is peach juice dripping down the neck. Too much sugar love. Cavity love. Toothache, tummy ache love. Soft hands holding the jaw open love. Summer love. Sticky sweet, sticky sweat love. My love can’t ride a bike. My love walks everywhere. Wanders through the river. Feeds the fish, skips the stones. Barefoot love. My love stretches itself out on the grass, kisses a nectarine. My love is never waiting. My love is a traveller, a fruit-eater, a holder. My love is alive. Warm. It lives. It breathes.”

— Caitlyn Siehl, Warm after “Love, Gravity, and Other Forces” by Anita Ofokansi (via alonesomes)