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So much time has gone by, I didn’t know how much I would change

French Wedding dress (1869)

the storm

i. the eye of the storm

a lustful, devilish beast

he is only the size of an eye

that coils around thread

on a needle

he follows me, torturously

sometimes i think this storm will never end

the way i roam this barren hell-scape

the clouds writhe and torment me

they poke and prod and pinch me

against all of my desperation and plea

and the sky is darkening

she is oh so black

and i am ready to be devoured

are you hungry?

or will you wait a little longer

and i look up to the sky

where the raven watches me

from through the branches

of lucifer’s black tree

Detail of Saint Catherine of Alexandria by Caravaggio (1598-99). 

— Amy Lowell, from Free Fantasia On Japanese Themes in “The Complete Poetical Works Of Amy Lowell” (via adrasteiax)

Franny Choi, Soft Science

Death and the Maiden (c. 1908) by Marianne Stokes.

—Pär Lagerkvist, The Eternal Smile: Three Stories

Sandra Cisneros, from "Tea Dance, Provincetown, 1982", Woman Without Shame

Sandra Cisneros, from "Tea Dance, Provincetown, 1982", Woman Without Shame

Donika Kelly, from "In the Beginning"

shore of my life | víctor m. alonso

Utterly obsessed with these Shakespeare playbook covers from the late 1960s by Paul Hogarth

𝓵𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓰𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓸𝓾𝓻; 𝓪 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓹𝓽

— vladimir nabokov, in a letter to his wife [24 march 1937] from letters to véra (trans. olga voronina & brian boyd)

Yi Lei, Mother