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flowerytale · 8 months
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Helen Oyeyemi, from White is for Witching
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virgin-martyr · 8 months
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smokefalls · 6 months
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Her heart was heavy because it was open, and so things filled it, and so things rushed out of it, but still the heart kept beating, tough and frighteningly powerful and meaning to shrug off the rest of her and continue on its own.
Helen Oyeyemi, Mr. Fox
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derangedrhythms · 1 year
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His voice in my ear. It did interesting things to me.
Helen Oyeyemi, from ‘Mr. Fox’
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sinligh · 9 months
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It’s late July, A lost breath of soulful desperation bled half the year that has passed over my eyes, painting a veil like fabric that blinded me mercifully.
can time really heal anything? I’ve been struggling with digesting all that it stored for me…
My cruel heart is only a result of the ignorance that i built brick by brick from its remnants
I even named the process defensive mechanism.
It’s early august, I’ve held on to a routine for as long as i can, living off of small accomplishments; cause what’s the alternative?
Prisesstant melancholy? Undoubtable anguish?
I became insensitive to time passage, like a child that never knew health only saw it as a blanketing apology covering everyone they love.
a child that can vividly touch the heaviness of the life they’ll carry for as long as they’re allowed to.
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I’ve been accumulating feelings like corpses that are waiting to be identified in a morgue.
frozen above my brainstem, that until the heat of the summer caused them to melt and overlap into a storming ocean; leaving little versions of me to drown in their waves
and I as a helpless outsider watching from a coast and hoping i could pour all of this in one single poem, or maybe aspire it all like you’d do a patient with fluids in their lungs: Thoracentesis.
And use it as a supply to wash away the catatonic rage that flows through my veins.
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reality is ringing it’s bell inside the cavity where my eyes should be, and even though i can hear it.
It’s taking me longer than I thought it would to reach; cause thats all i can do.. try.
I measure my self value interchangeably with all the pieces of me i left behind to comfort others.
That and all the leftovers of my mother’s life.
My soul is constantly tugging.
Tugging, tugging, tugging. Never in the same direction but it’s still clear that it wishes to be free from me.
Emotionally attached to this and that to her and him
But they’re never enough; i never am…
And I’m so tired of it all, the never ending self loathing.
But to whom do I confess ?
Who would acknowledge my longing, Who will embrace my infelicitous desire to be held together or even just touched,
an innocent reminder of my existence, to ease me into being a human again, especially after I starved myself for the sake of nourishing others.
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•Quotes: Louis Tomlinson/ Taylor swift/ Henry Miller/ Rainer Maria Rilke/Helen Oyeyemi/Anne Sexton/Franz Kafka/Susan Sontag
•Original context: Sinligh
•Art reference:
1. Timothy Archer - The blue rider. 2. The Train by Ben McLaughlin. 3. Paintings by Raymond BonillaRaymond. 4. Ottoman Beauty with a Butterfly by Harold H. Piffard. 5. Side Light by Quang Ho. 6. Painting by Alex Kanevsky. 7. Fine Morning by Sally Strand. 8.painting by Steven J. Levin
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jacobwren · 3 months
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“When something catches your attention, just keep your attention on it, stick with it ‘til the end, and somewhere along the line there’ll be weirdness. I’ve never tried to explain it to anyone before, but what i mean to say is that a whole lot of technically impossible things are always trying to happen to us, appear to us, talk to us, show us pictures, or just say hi, and you can’t pay attention to all of it, so I just pick the nearest technically impossible thing and I let it happen. Let me know how it goes if you try it. And if you’re thinking I’m going to grow out of this, you’re wrong.” - Helen Oyeyemi, Boy, Snow, Bird
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belovedhomo · 7 months
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there is no other version of this story.
true trans soul rebel - against me! // yellowjackets // lake mungo dir. Joel Anderson // the final girls dir. Todd Strauss-Schulson // revisiting mockingjay - sydney bucksbaum // hannibal // white is for witching - helen oyeyemi // abel and cain in the sandman // the gods show up - michael kinnucan // the worm king's lullaby - richard siken
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lillyli-74 · 1 year
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It seems to me that the dead only return for love or for revenge.
Who did you come back for?
~Helen Oyeyemi
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always-an-angel · 4 months
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book playlists: dark academia edition
here are some spotify playlists i made to match the vibe/story of some books i really love! enjoy enjoy :)
the secret history by donna tartt
bunny by mona awad
piranesi by susanna clarke
white is for witching by helen oyeyemi
y.a. playlists | literary fiction playlists
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poemaseletras · 1 year
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“Foi a luta habitual entre quem ama aceitando fardos e quem ama recusando-se a ser um.”
Helen Oyeyemi, O que não é seu não é seu
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gogandmagog · 7 months
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🪦 Dark and oppressive houses in literature. 🪦
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flowerytale · 10 months
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Helen Oyeyemi, from “White Is for Witching”
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doomsayings · 2 years
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I had her by the throat. It was the principle of knife and fork. You had to hold something down before you could stab it.
Helen Oyeyemi, White is for Witching
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smokefalls · 6 months
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The girl tried, several times, to give her love away, but her love would not stay with the person she gave it to and snuck back to her heart without a sound.
Helen Oyeyemi, Mr. Fox
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derangedrhythms · 1 year
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We looked at the moon and the moon looked at us.
Helen Oyeyemi, from ‘White Is for Witching’
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gennsoup · 2 months
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Once you let people know anything about what you think, that's it, you're dead. Then they'll be jumping about in your mind, taking things out, holding them up to the light and killing them, yes, killing them, because thoughts are supposed to stay and grow in quiet, dark places, like butterflies in cocoons.
Helen Oyeyemi, The Icarus Girl
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