sincerelycrescent

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sometimes a teenage girl is franz kafka

hi guys long time no see grief descends upon me daily like the eagle descends on prometheus

alex consani 2025 met gala

Phaethon (1878) by Gustave Moreau

18 April, 1939 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov

My body is but a #camilla macaulay temple.

in my diary i call her demon lover

Regular Lovers (Les Amants réguliers), dir. Philippe Garrel (2005) (via lunamonchtuna)

i am still alive!

Salma Deera, "Salt"

can’t i just give up

devotion this salvation that. what about fallen saints. saints who once were adored and perfect in the eyes of their god but fell from its grace. saints who once served their divine so faithfully they were seen as extensions of it, yet were given an order they could not fulfill. saints who couldn’t bear the prayers of the innocents ringing in their ears. saints who were once blessed with power and glory. saints who discarded it all in exchange for freedom.

girls just wanna have fun

why do i even do this

Gennady Aygi, from Into the Snow: Selected Poems of Gennady Aygi; “This Year’s Roses: Notes on K., 1972” (translated by Sarah Valentine)

Text ID: I seek / your image. / In the receding Fire. / It is not here—not in this world.

do i have a problem or am i just dramatic

Nikos Kazantazkis, from The Last Temptation of Christ

Text ID: The doors of heaven and hell are adjacent and identical.

i think there’s something very wrong with me

I'm like if a normal person was severely mentally ill

I rewatched Dead Poets Society a few weeks ago and felt inspired to write this contrapuntal poem :)

japanese dinner table with very specifically salt and pepper spices

what’s the vibe of your blog. everyone has their own. is it an art gallery exhibit serving canapés. a nightclub. a knights of the round table situation. a book discussion meeting. a lonely hearts club newspaper section. a bedroom where you and two friends are chatting. the school of athens debating matters of consequence. a garden tea party. a bacchanal. an agatha christie murder novel style tense dinner party. etc

@marikosenwrites

what’s the vibe of your blog. everyone has their own. is it an art gallery exhibit serving canapés. a nightclub. a knights of the round table situation. a book discussion meeting. a lonely hearts club newspaper section. a bedroom where you and two friends are chatting. the school of athens debating matters of consequence. a garden tea party. a bacchanal. an agatha christie murder novel style tense dinner party. etc

𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔢 ℑ 𝔪𝔦𝔰𝔰 𝔦𝔱, 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔞 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢 𝔞𝔤𝔬.

move over brat summer it's time for richard papen winter

a man undercover, but you tore me apart

it’s winter, time to reread tsh

in my mind francis is fashion obsessed

saw someone say Henry would be a flat-earther and i couldn't disagree more. not because he’s smart, but because the ancient greeks and romans knew the earth was round. if they didn’t think the earth was round THEN Henry would be a flat-earther.

so no, Henry would not be a flat-earther. but he definitely thought women had less teeth than men because of Aristotle. and probably other very dumb but old ideas about the world.

how do I explain to my friend that in the last ten pages of tsh, the alcoholic shoots the druggy, we find out that the incestuous sister of the alcoholic was hooking up with the homicidal sociopath, and that homicidal sociopath shoots himself in the head partly because his narcissistic father figure ran off to the Middle East unexpectedly, and the druggy survives the gunshot wound but hallucinates the paranoid victim of a murder that this group commited a few months prior along with a bunch of other dead people while he’s in the hospital, and then somehow everyone brushes this whole ordeal off as if it were completely normal