"You can love a monster, it can even love you back, but that doesn't change its nature."
unknown / Mitski Cop Car / Catherynne M. Valente The Bread We Eat in Dreams / Jonny Bolduc Harsh Light / Margaret Atwood / Sylvia Plath Poem for a Birthday: Who / Anne Sexton Hansel and Gretel "The Complete Poems of Anne Sexton" / @/thymoss (tumblr) / unknown
i. unknown [ "I tip my head like a dog at the window. The outside world is so interesting, and I am not a part of it; I'm just witnessing." ]
ii. Mitski Cop Car [ "I get mean when I'm nervous like a bad dog / I get mean when I'm nervous like a bad dog ]
iii. Catherynne M. Valente The Bread We Eat in Dreams [ "I said: I could be a wolf for you. I could put my teeth on your throat. I could growl. I could eat you whole. I could wait for you in the dark. I could howl against your hair. ]
iv. Jonny Bolduc Harsh Light [ medical diagram of a dog. "Let the harsh light warm you / Let the harsh wind carry you away ]
v. Margaret Atwood [ "you dangle on the leash of your own longing; / your need grows teeth ]
vi. Sylvia Plath Poem for a Birthday: Who [ "Eaten or rotten. I am all mouth." ]
vii. Anne Sexton Hansel and Gretel [ I want to bite, / I want to chew, / I will eat you up. ]
viii. @/thymoss (tumblr) [ sketch of an animal with teeth surrounding the outside of its snout pointing away from it. "I will remove my teeth, for I want to remain kind despite my anger" ]
ix. unknown [ "I love you like a rotten dog, / I love you like my canines are falling out of my gums / Like a monster, like a beast / Like something not worth loving back" ]
sometimes to get better we have to get angry
kara walker, "untitled," 2016, ink on paper / anger I’m good at / David Shrigley / regarding the röttgen pietà, elle emerson / David Shrigley, untitled, 2000 / paramore - interlude: i’m not angry anymore
on winter and longing
Sarah Kay, Natalie Diaz, Craig Keenan, Clarice Lispector, Mahmoud Darwish, Brittany Cossette, Franz Kafka, Edvard Munch, Richard Siken, Haruki Murakami, Holly Warburton, Mahmoud Darwish
buy me a coffee
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i spent the lousy winter forgetting you
and you still haven't disappeared
i see fragments of you in everything i do
i see you in the paintings i make
the poems i write
i hear you in the rain
i watch you move in the weeping willow tree
the birds are mocking me
they sing me a song i never can listen to
the leaves fall down
as my hope does
that i will ever really feel you again
the summer days are burning your last remnants out of my skin
at least i hope so
AFTERSUN (2022) Charlotte Wells
Candace Hicks: "Notes of String Theory" (2022)
Daniel Everett / Untitled / Photography / 2019
what are your twenties if not an endless string of the ghosts of who you thought you would become
Lava pouring into the ocean ph. Andrew Studer
In the waves, ca. 1945 - by Ruth Bernhard (1905 - 2006), German/American