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metamorphesque:

I write entirely to find out what I’m thinking, what I’m looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear.

Joan Didion, “Why I Write”

pastart:

@samjsn (2023)

strykerlancer:

— Paul Guest, from “1987.”

thenewgothictwice:

June Jordan to Audre Lorde, November 1973

mermaidteeth:

i can always relate to a girl who wants to leave

snuff-kinnie:

metamorphesque:

ALT

Mary Oliver, “When Did It Happen?”

70shorrorsnack:

hot girls stay up late just so they can finally have some alone time

coweyed:

collecting these like pokémon cards

strykerlancer:

— Arabelle Sicardi, from “The Year in Ugliness.”

luthienne:

Anne Carson, from Plainwater: Essays and Poetry; “The Anthropology of Water”

[Text ID: Even among the living, sometimes it seems a night will never end.]

moved-saintsebastiensbf:

Grief Lessons, Anne Carson

taxidermychrist:

*covered in blood & in visible distress* i just need to write a list

moonshinenoire:

“She herself is a haunted house. She does not possess herself; her ancestors sometimes come and peer out of the windows of her eyes and that is very frightening.”

— Angela Carter, The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories

aahsoup:

babygirl the cycles are repeating and i am in despair