Start Here, Caitlyn Siehl // Untitled, Fortesa Latifi // Rien Ne Va Plus, Margarita Karapanau (trans.

Margarita Karapanou, tr. by Karen Emmerich, Rien ne va plus

“–and what I really meant to say is, girls like us are fluent in silence. When we bite our tongues, we swallow the blood.”

— excerpt from EVERY PLACE IS EMPTY UNTIL WE LEAVE IT // h.y.k (via sekmets)

the maids, jean genet (trans. bernard frechtman) // elektra, sophokles (trans. anne carson).

Louise Glück, from “Blue Rotunda”, Poems 1962 - 2012

Angela Carter, from The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories; “The Bloody Chamber”

- on rebirth, on finding a way to live with the wrong heart

richard siken, portrait of fryderyk in shifting light | unknown | john, darnielle, wolf in white van | russian doll, 01x07 | haruki murakami | richard siken, planet of love | @nephrosoupp x2 | @ibvyache | sylvia plath, the unabridged letters of sylvia plath | dan deacon, when i was done dying | ocean vuong, on earth we’re briefly gorgeous

Susan Sontag, As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980

       sinners | lauren aquilina

“In the evening my griefs come to me one by one. They tell me what I had hoped to forget. They perch on my shoulders like mourning doves. They are the color of light fading.”

— Linda Pastan, from “Old Woman,” The Five Stages of Grief ( W. W. Norton & Company, 1978)

Nikita Gill, from “Great Goddesses: Life Lessons from Myths & Monsters,”