—H.G. Wells, The Time Machine

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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“Do you love him? I don’t know. I believe he is my fate.”

— Anne Carson, excerpt of “TV Men: Akhmatova (Treatment for a Script); AKHMATOVA’S MARRIAGE (1910) HAS LITTLE EFFECT ON HER”, in Men in the Off Hours

“–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)

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

— C.H (via canadiemrps)

a soft epilogue . 

she-ra and the princesses of power, nd stevenson / seventy years of sleep #4, nikka ursula (n.t). / cottage and wildlowers, hailey e. herrera / ireland, liza anne / sleeping in, leslie allen 

Strike me down. You’ve won. I’ve lived my whole wretched life at your mercy, yours alone, and God knows I deserve to die at your hand. You are my only friend. I am undone without you.

harrowhark nonagesimus and gideon nav

amal el-mohtar & max gladstone, this is how you lose the time war | hélène cixous, hyperdream | adolf hering, death and the maiden | paramore, all i wanted | tennessee williams, cat on a hot tin roof | lemony snicket, a series of unfortunate events | frank ocean, ivy | samantha shannon, the bone season | danez smith, acknowledgments

predatory wasp of the palisades, sufjan stevens || i lost a friend, finneas o’connell || the odyssey || darker than erebus, L.L. || dead poets society, 1989 ||sylvia plath || i loved my friend, langston hughes || richard siken

and I'm sorry I left, but it was for the best my little dove...

absolute solitude: selected poems, dulce maria loynaz (tr. james o'connor) // the glass essay, anne carson // boyish, japanese breakfast // @uglyfruit // yves olade // hunger, harry styles // a not admitting of the wound, emily dickinson // no surprises, radiohead // fourth of july, sufjan stevens

hunted by the narrative

hares on the mountain, traditional folk song // art by jen mazza

sparrow for a heart, abigal lappell // art by barbara bokoto-tomala

newcastle, traditional folk song // artist unknown

if i was a painter, lisa o'neill // art by claudia barbu

ashamed, deer tick // art by nicolas samori

i wish my baby was born, traditional folk song // artist unknown

hard wired, shakey graves // art by miles johnston

Mabel: Matryoshka [ep.28] - Becca De La Rosa and Mabel Martin