So much time has gone by, I didn’t know how much I would change
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French Wedding dress (1869)
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— Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra
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the storm
i. the eye of the storm
a lustful, devilish beast
he is only the size of an eye
that coils around thread
on a needle
he follows me, torturously
sometimes i think this storm will never end
the way i roam this barren hell-scape
the clouds writhe and torment me
they poke and prod and pinch me
against all of my desperation and plea
and the sky is darkening
she is oh so black
and i am ready to be devoured
are you hungry?
or will you wait a little longer
and i look up to the sky
where the raven watches me
from through the branches
of lucifer’s black tree
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Detail of Saint Catherine of Alexandria by Caravaggio (1598-99).
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“A hiss of gold Blooming out of blackness,”
— Amy Lowell, from Free Fantasia On Japanese Themes in “The Complete Poetical Works Of Amy Lowell”
(via adrasteiax)
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Sheena Ringo for Ongaku to Hito (音楽と人) magazine, February, 2000.
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Franny Choi, Soft Science
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Death and the Maiden (c. 1908) by Marianne Stokes.
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"I shall be waiting for you. You know that when you come home, weary, with blood on your hands, I shall be waiting there among the birches. You will rest your head in my lap, and I shall kiss your burning forehead and wash the blood from you. I shall be waiting, and I shall love you."
—Pär Lagerkvist, The Eternal Smile: Three Stories
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Sandra Cisneros, from "Tea Dance, Provincetown, 1982", Woman Without Shame
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In the beginning, there was your mouth, / a sky full of stars,
Donika Kelly, from "In the Beginning"
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shore of my life | víctor m. alonso
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