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the beast you made of me

The Truth and Grunewald, Juan Ramón Jiménez tr. W.S. Merwin | St. Michael,  Luca Giordano | The Bear - Episode 1, Christopher Storer | Fallen Angel, Alexandre Cabanel | Fury, Yevgeny Yevtushenko | Dante et Virgile, William Bouguereau | The Terre Haute Planetarium Rejected My Proposal, Paige Lewis | Study of a Man, Thomas Couture

— Clarice Lispector, from “Report on the Thing.”

— Nelly Sachs, from “The Seeker.”

December 16, 1930 The early diary of Anaïs Nin, 1903-1977

ask me to eat you bones & all with your dying breath or DONT waste my time

Dante And Virgil In Hell (Detail), 1850. By William-Adolphe Bouguereau

The Diaries of Franz Kafka, 1914-1923

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

Francesco Hayez (Italian, 1791-1882)

Vengeance is Sworn, 1851

it is winter and you are the villain. you are winter and you are always the villain. you are as inevitable as the howling wind.

every year, you drown. every year, you are a witch. sometimes, you snow. sometimes, you kill. what people don't understand is that you are never cruel. cruelty is not in your nature. neither is kindness.

when you sleep, you dream. you dream of endless white fields with no footprints to disturb the peace. - Marzanna

Francesco Trevisani (1656-1746)

Dead Christ Supported by Angels ,1710.

I could be better but I'm considering becoming worse

shirt that says my childhood drags behind me like a dead body

Zoë Lianne, "Erasure"

Mary Oliver, "Felicity"

Emily Bronte, "Wuthering Heights"

Alex Dimitrov, from “Love,” in Love and Other Poems

[text ID: I love August and its sadness.]

“I am tired of myself tonight. I should like to be somebody else.”

— The Picture of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde

Instagram credit: ichmiles

modern cancel culture is nothing. back in my day we just exiled people

IN LOVING YOU I EAT MY HEART; IN LOVING ME YOU EAT MINE

Mary Renault, The Persian Boy Stephen Crane, ‘In the Desert’ Grace Moloney, bite the hands that feed me Yves Olade, Bloodsport Natalie Diaz, Postcolonial Love Poem Edvard Munch, Two Heart (detail), 1899 Philippe de Champaigne, Saint Augustine (detail), 1650 Dante Alighieri, Vita Nova, trans. Mark Musa Red Dragon (2002), dir. Brett Ratner Margaret Atwood, ‘Two-Headed Poems’

Neil Hilborn, “For Henry, Who Has Just Died”, The Future

anatomy study

Cameraworks, by David Hockney, 1984 

Paul Bench

baroque in the 21st century

Me: this is hamletcore

My therapist: we actually call it clinical depression

the overwhelming urge to know latin, french, italian, greek, and russian is consuming me

the fact that time passes and things change and people leave and you can only go back to a place physically and you will never be 14 15 16 again………….. i don’t understand how we are meant to endure that

when albert camus said “the sea; i didnt lose myself in it. i found myself in it” and when sylvia plath said “if i lived by the sea i would never be really sad” and when hozier said “love, when the sea rises to meet us” and when an anonymous writer said “and yet my heart wanders away, my soul roams with the sea” and when homer said “I’d rather die at sea”

do u ever feel like ur pulling an academic icarus flying too close to your deadlines on wings of deeply flawed time management

pictures that fill me with infinite tenderness