“When I decided to wage holy war It looked very much like staring at my bedroom floor”
— Florence + the Machine, “Girls Against God,” 2022.
the holy trinity of dance fever is girls against god, dream girl evil and daffodil
La Chambre de Van Gogh à Arles - Vincent Van Gogh // Girls Against God - Florence + the Machine
“i think there’s something about being a young woman that feels very murderous. that’s what i was trying to get with a song like ‘dream girl evil.’ it can be dangerous for people to think you’re incredibly nice. when you get, ‘you’re an angel,’ that seems like such a high place to fall from. when i see messy or violent or terribly behaved women, especially young women, there’s a liberation. to not have to try and survive by being good.”
— florence welch on her song “dream girl evil”
“I had a very rich inner world since I was a child. The first thing I remember was wanting to be a mermaid.” — Florence Welch
King by Florence + The Machine
Art by Edmund Blair Leighton
You became like coffee, in the deliciousness, and the bitterness, and the addiction.
Mahmoud Darwish
"I'm almost never serious, and I'm always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too sensitive, too cold hearted. I'm like a collection of paradoxes."
-Ferdinand de Saussure
your god comes and he is ordinary and terrible.
andalucia - lisa marie basile / the unabridged journals of sylvia plath - sylvia plath / christ in gethsemane, heinrich hofmann, 1886 / here come the regrets - epik high & lee hi / a city like a guillotine shivers on its way to the neck - ilya kaminsky / portrait of the illness as a nightmare - leila chatti
I made it through April, May, June; it seemed I had outsmarted grief but pulled the hanged man card repeatedly—the self-same sorrow said a different way.
— Maya C. Popa, from “Signal”
— Sylvia Plath, from “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath.”
“And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.”
— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
