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I’ve polished this anger and now it’s a knife. I’m hardened as a hunter ornamenting his cave with the bones of the dead. I’m so sick of history dragging behind me.

Cathy Linh Che, Go Forget Your Father.

#words #lit #poetry #cathy linh che

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If the love isn’t on the level of Morticia & Gomez I don’t want it! The ultimate couple! ❤️‍🔥💎

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THE ADDAMS FAMILY (1964) 2.10: Gomez, the Reluctant Lover

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its "almost halloween" right, i can rewatch Addams Family Values

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FAMILY SICKNESS

sharp objects, 1.5 'closer' / rachel mckibbens, glutton, from ‘blud’ / sophokles, elektra (tr.anne carson) / lisa marie basile, andalucía / torrin a. greathouse, medusa with the head of perseus, from ‘wound from the mouth of a wound’ / succession, 4.8 ‘america decides’ / anne carson, antigonick / eric larocca, things have gotten worse since we last spoke / killing eve, 3.5 ‘are you from pinner? / euripides, herakles (tr. by tom sleigh.) / gillian flynn, sharp objects

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✨ read these books before they come on your screens and then come talk about them in my dms ✨ dm me for links!

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Carolyn Jones - The Addams Family (1965)

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Carolyn Jones as Morticia Addams in Morticia’s Dilemma. THE ADDAMS FAMILY (1964-1966).

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blud Rachel McKibbens

#blud #rachel mckibbens #poetry #words #quotes #lit #typo #e&o

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Gregory Orr, from The Caged Owl; "Some Notes on Shadows"

[Text ID: Is there anyone among us / who casts no shadow? / Even the clear glass / full of water... / even the water itself. // Here is the object. / Here is its shadow. / Which is more real?]

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Rachel McKibbens, blud.

[ID: “You have my permission not to love me. I am a cathedral of dead bolts & I’d rather burn myself down than change the locks.]

#rachel mckibbens #blud #words #typo #lit #poetry #quotes

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I wanted to become the reversal of light, to exist

only within the hard-clenched black—

Rachel McKibbens, blud.

#rachel mckibbens #blud #words #lit #poetry #quote

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hi i literally could not stop thinking about this ghost a guy was saying he saw to the point that I went to the trouble of transcribing part of the podcast ep it’s in. Im so obsessed with this hold on (emphasis mine):

"It got to be about 2:30 in the morning, [...] and I woke up, and I see this kind of tall figure at the top of a pretty big staircase. [...] it was kind of just the silhouette of the figure I saw, and I couldn't make out any facial features or anything like that. [...] I remember one of the first things I saw when it started walking down the stairs was how weird and strange it looked like when it was walking. The best way I can really describe it was kinda almost like it was a puppet on a string in a way? You know, it was very unnatural. [...] So it was kind of walking down the stairs in that weird, weird way, and it finally got to the bottom of the stairs, and it started looking around, like I could see its head tilt back a little bit, almost like someone who had come home after a long time, and hadn't been there. It was almost looking around like, you know, "God, it's great to be back" or something, you know what I mean? [...] And it was looking around, and kind of moving back and forth in a weird wavy way still. And you know at this point I'm starting to get a little freaked out, because I can't tell exactly what's going on. And then all of a sudden, and this completely caught me off guard, I heard in a very weird deep male voice it said, "Oh my love, what a mirror image we are." And I'll never forget— [...] At this point it was still kind of almost like bobbing backand forth almost, and kind of looking around, and it didn't seem to direct that to anybody in particular, which was the weird thing too. [...] It was very clear, and the way that it sounded when this thing said it was it was almost like someone saying in like a cave? It was kind of like a weird echoey kind of thing. [...] It was very strange, I never really experienced anything like that. And I'm one hundred per cent sure that it said, "Oh my love, what a mirror image we are." And I still don't really know what it means exactly, or exactly what it was—if it was talking to the house? I don't know if it was someone who previously owned the house. [...] It walked into another room to the right of me and it just never came back."

from Jim Harold’s Campfire ep 500