When Jaun Elia Wrote:

Grown men preying on young women:

‘If I was some paint did I splatter on a promising grown man? If I was a child did it matter that you got to wash your hands?’ - Taylor Swift, Would’ve Could’ve Should’ve

Alicent Hightower and Viserys Targaryen, House of the Dragon // Angela Carter, The Bloody Chamber // Sansa Stark and Petyr Baelish, Game of Thrones // Azar Nafisi, Reading Lolita in Tehran.

Inspired by this post.

– Emily Dickinson, from Manuscript #842

Vladimir Mayakovsky, Volodya: Selected Works; from ‘I love’, tr. George Reavey

“If you’re reading this, if there’s air in your lungs on this November day, then there is still hope for you. Your story is still going. And maybe some things are true for all of us. Perhaps we all relate to pain. Perhaps we all relate to fear and loss and questions. And perhaps we all deserve to be honest, all deserve whatever help we need. Our stories are all so many things: Heavy and light. Beautiful and difficult. Hopeful and uncertain. But our stories aren’t finished yet. There is still time, for things to heal and change and grow. There is still time to be surprised. We are still going, you and I. We are stories still going.”

— Jamie Tworkowski

girlhood this girlhood that. woman you are 26

SARAH SNOOK at the 2022 HBO Post-Emmy Awards Reception in California. By Mark Leibowitz.

I hate that I still want male validation

the roy family + "anthem" by noah hawley

Oh no, oh no, he is seducing me with his deep passion for his field of study and his genuine joy at teaching people about it

If you persevere, in time you will have an entirely different problem – not that life is meaningless, but rather that life has almost too much meaning. As the scales fall from your eyes the world rushes into focus, presenting itself with a kind of vibrational eloquence that can, at first, be almost overwhelming. Everything shimmers, everything clarifies, everything wrestles for your attention. Trees feel super-real, their roots plunged into the earth, their branches stretching to the sky, birds are flesh and blood souls, fragile with life, the sky unfolds and rolls, the ocean crashes, people fascinate, books are beautiful, children are whirling dynamos of chaos, dogs bark and cats meow, flowers shout, your neighbour glows, and God runs like a helix through all things. The world awaits you, humming with meaning. You are alive with potential. You are not dead.

— Nick Cave on getting clean, Red Hand Files #258