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tenderness and destruction

[aka a wen kexing starter kit part 2 (part 1)]

Hieu Minh Nguyen // Raymond Carver, from Late Fragment // @Mothcub // Nikki Giovanni, The Collected Poetry // Ocean Vuong, from On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous // Hozier, Sunlight // Hanif Abdurraqib, from “Board Up the Doors, Tear Down the Walls,” in A Little Devil in America

— The Carnivorous Lamb, Agustín Gómez-Arcos, tr. William Rodarmor

— Anna Akhmatova, The Guest

[text ID: "What do you want?" I asked. / "To be with you in hell," he said.]

Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks 1964-1980

David Foster Wallace // Mary Oliver

Lucky Wreck, Ada Limón

IF THE MOON SMILED, SHE WOULD RESEMBLE YOU

Sylvia Plath // X // N. D. Wilson // e.e. cummings // X // Northern Downpour // Odysseus Elytis // X // Sylvia Plath // Nikita Gill // X // Margaret Atwood

Cheryl Strayed, Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Love and Life from Dear Sugar

1.pat the bunny, I'm not a good person // 2. // 3. mitski, a pearl, art by @hauntedomens // 4.hieu minh nguyen, buffet etiquette // 5.art from pinterest // 6.christa wolf tr. by jan van heurck, cassandra: a novel and four essays // 7.extracurricular (2020) dir.kim jin min // 8.louise bourgeois, destruction of the father/reconstruction of the father: writings and interviews 1923-1997 // 9.alice osman, radio silence // mitski, fireworks, art by uol.art (on insta)

Maya Phillips, Sometimes my father is a roaming hunger

Lidia Yuknavitch, from The Chronology of Water: A Memoir

conqueror, aurora

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

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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Susan Sontag, As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980

"I have never seen a soul as hardened as yours."

The Stranger by Albert Camus

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 

- Andrea Gibson

Louisa May Alcott, from Little Women

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

“question: how do you make a monster stop feeling so monstrous? you give her something she can hold in her palms without crushing. you give her something sweet and tell her to keep it. you wipe the blood from her hands. you say her name, over and over, like an absolution. you forgive her. you forgive her. you forgive.”

— whatever it takes

Postcolonial Love Poem, Natalie Diaz

Figment, Leila Chatti

interview with the vampire, 1.07 + peter weiss (tr. james rolleston & kai evers) / noor shirazie / richard siken / laura van prooyen

“I will lose you. It is written into this poem the way the fisherman’s wife knits his death into the sweater.”

— Gregory Orr, “The Sweater,” The Caged Owl: New & Selected Poems

  ― Billy-Ray Belcourt, A History of My Brief Body

[text ID: To love someone is firstly to confess: I'm prepared to be devastated by you.]

this was always going to happen.

matthew stover, david levithan, margarita karapanou, aeschylus, karese burrows, richard siken

@sandarafreedompark / Sade Andria Zabala / Unknown / @danielederossi / Kiki Nicole / Giovanni Gasparro / Trista Mateer / Anne Sexton / The Coral

Anne Boyer, What Resembles the Grave But Isn’t

I have so much love in me that I would like to cry.  

Simone de Beauvoir, Kayleb Rae Candrilli, Sylvia Plath, Clarice Lispector

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