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Alejandra Pizarnik, tr. by Yvette Siegert, from The Most Foreign Country; “I am…”

[Text ID: “my wings? / two rotting petals”]

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Sunrise, Louise Glück

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Oscar Wilde // L. Munir, "Lazarus" // Gustav Klimt, The Kiss // @lucidloving // Take Me to Church—Hozier // Richard Siken, "Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out" // @lucidloving // Gustav Vigeland, Man and Woman // Caitlyn Sieh, "Mythology" // @lucidloving

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as a kid 

she picked daddy long-legs 

like daisies

“à la folie, pas du tout”

she always lost count

no answers

a dismembered body

cradled in her palm

innocence lost

by violent curiosity

you can find her

upstairs

all grown up 

hidden in corners

waiting for something

to get caught 

in her heartstrings

head full of little murders

tugging at her own limbs uselessly

“à la folie, à la folie” 

…

the original “love me, love me not” was “à la folie, pas du tout”: to madness, not at all 

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Ferdinand Knab - Mondnacht (Moonlight), 1864.

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.・゜゜・　🤎　・゜゜・．

rather a She-Wolf than a mother / still with an instinct they expect maternal / I likely smother as the flames of my anger / what men have deemed from me primal [...]

🐺🗡🌑⛪️📜🏹

Bitch Is Golden, 2010 - Fay Ku.

Susanna and the Elders, 1820 - Pierre Van Hanselaere.

Lucretia, 1664 - Rembrandt van Rijn.

Marie-Madeleine dans la grotte, 1868 - Hugues Merle.

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Helene Beland - Un capteur de lumière, 2012

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Joseph-Marius Avy (French, 1871-1939)

The Swans, 1900

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˗ˏˋ 🤎 ˎˊ˗

[...] dussent les éléments faire foi de ma vertue, dussé-je être déesse / sombrer dans l'engouffrement des flots céruléens / braver l'igné à la danse endiablée; la fatalité ne cesse / de disperser nos cendres à ce même vent léthéen.

⚖️🌪🗡🏛⌛️📜

Ho Ho Off To The Sabboth, 1926 - William Mortensen.

Wind Fire; Thérèse Duncan on the Acropolis, 1921 - Edward Steichen.

Season of the Witch; The Bubble, 1909 - Anne Brigman.

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♡ extraits provenant du même poème -à ce jour sans titre- que ces deux-ci posté antérieurement.

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deadly love for wounds.

caravaggio // guercino // natalie diaz // maryanne bilham // sierra demulder // jenny holzer.

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Margaret Atwood, from ‘The Last Rational Man’, The Door (2007)

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“ 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝙸 𝚋𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 ?

𝙰 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚛𝚢𝚖𝚊𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚝𝚢𝚐𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚎, 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚋𝚢; ”

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“ 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚎

𝙰𝚜 𝙴𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚍 ”

two extracts about my asexual and aromantic journey I wrote with the subtle use of mythology, floriography along with biblical and artistic references.

Disappointed Love, 1821 - Francis Danby.

Eve, 1885 - Anna Lea Merritt.

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“ 𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚜-𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝙲𝚞𝚙𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐,

𝙱𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎,

𝙾𝚗 𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐

𝙰 𝚝𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙴𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚟𝚎. ”

while the first two extracts delve more specifically into my inner struggle with acceptance, this one is rather centered on self-awareness; always referencing mythology.

Vénus et Cupidon, 1860 - Pierre Maximilien Delafontaine.

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all the mice I'v drawn over the years are now available as prints in my InPrnt, now 15% off! link in my pinned,

reblogs appreaciated!

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I mean. Yeah. being thrust into this insane world / business at 18 irrevocably altered my brain chemistry. but I gotta say, I wake up everyday and make a coffee and sit with my son while we have breakfast and I think to myself “you made it out relatively unscathed to this point, kid.” and for that I am grateful beyond measure. all it took was the exhaustion of waking up and self evaluating on a microscopic level for the past 5 years (which nearly killed me) BUT. I’m here. And I have kept it pretty much together (best as I can) as of recent. which is more than 18 year old me would have ever given herself the faith to bet on. Growth and pain and peace on the horizon. You got this.