“This is the house that built me and I’m gonna burn it down. This is the river I crawled from and I refuse to drown here. And bless the strippers but fuck the men. And bless the berries but fuck the farm. And bless the daughter but fuck the family. What is a home if not the first place you learn to run from? You’ve got to bite the hand that starves you, and in doing so Praise the place that birthed you. Birthed you fucked up. Birthed you ugly, and interesting, and ready to scream.”
— Courtney Love Prays To Oregon, Clementine von Radics
Evil comes to light
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annihilation (2018) dir. alex garland + annihilation by jeff vandermeer // hozier, “in a week (ft. karen cowley)” // taylor swift, “the lakes” // fiona apple, “heavy balloon” // littlestpersimmon - “reclamation” // meganluddyillustration - “So long, we’d become the flowers” // hermann hesse, “farm,” from wanderings // czeslaw milosz, “longing” // ada limón, “mowing,” from bright dead things // mary oliver, “sleeping in the forest” // conceptualsolitude
Jane Hirshfield, Assay Only Glimpsable for an Instant
“Don’t we touch each other just to prove we are still here?”
— Ocean Vuong, from On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous
soliloquy of the solipsist, sylvia plath
May Swenson // https://www.instagram.com/sunlightafterdark/?hl=en
T. S. Eliot — The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
“Some mornings I’m filled with longing, with sadness that has no cause.”
— Lisa Olstein, from “[both the specific remedy and the condition of health]” in The Lost Alphabet (via postmoderniste)
How to destroy a person ?
Love them hard
After that ,
Silently depart
Olivia Laing, The Lonely City