Ivory and Pearl gripped pistols. Heavily engraved. Luger, Mauser, Colt

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Nothing vast enters the lives of mortals without ruin

But of course there is hope Look here comes hope
Wandering in
To tickle your feet

Then you notice the soles are on fire


- Anne Carson, Antigonick (Sophokles)

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Rusalka, paint-on-glass animation by Alexander Petrov

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"No wonder they cannot appreciate the really central Kafka joke: that the horrific struggle to establish a human self results in a self whose humanity is inseparable from that horrific struggle. That our endless and impossible journey toward home is in fact our home."

- David Foster Wallace, Consider the Lobster, ”Certainly the End of Something or Other, One Would Sort of Have to Think” 

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[glasses cleaning intensifies]

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I want to know how it will end. 
I want to be sure of what it will cost. 
I want to strangle the stars for all they promised me. 
I want you to call me on your drug phone. 
I want to keep you alive so there is always the possibility of murder later. 

I want to be there when you learn the cost of desire. 
I want you to understand that my malevolence is just a way to win. 
I want the name of the ruiner. 
I want matches in case I have to suddenly burn. 
I want you to know that being kind is overrated. 
I want to write my secret across your sky. 
I want to watch you lose control. 
I want to watch you lose. 

I want to know exactly what it’s going to take. 
I want to see you insert yourself into glory. 
I want your touches to scar me so I’ll know where you’ve been. 
I want you to watch when I go down in flames. 
I want a list of atrocities done in your name. 
I want to reach my hand into the dark and feel what reaches back.

I want to remember when my nightmares were clearer. 
I want to be there when your hot black rage rips wide open. 
I want to taste my own kind. 
I want to be wrapped in cold wet sheets to see if it’s different on this side. 

I want you to come on strong. 
I want to leave you out in the cold. 
I want the exact same thing but different. 

I want some soft drugs…some soft, soft drugs. 
I want to throw you. 
I want you to know I know. 
I want to know if you read me. 

I want to swing with my eyes shut and see what I hit.
I want to know just how much you hate me so I can predict what you’ll do. 
I want you to know the wounds are self-inflicted. 
I want a controlling interest. 
I want to be somewhere beautiful when I die. 
I want to be your secret hater. 
I want to stop destroying you but I can’t. 

And I want. And I want. And I want. And I will always be hungry. 
And I want. And I want. And I want.

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some kid in my class wrote an essay about how it never explicitly says Beowulf isn’t a robot

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My sister’s terrarium garden is one of the loveliest things I’ve ever seen.

Photos by Heidi.

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The Souls of Acheron by Adolf Hiremy-Hirschl, 1898

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my hair is so glossy like raven feathers rn

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teacher: you can't bullshit this essay
me (under my breath): if you're an amateur
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follow for more. not sure what but there will be more of it.

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I ♥ my skulls

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