And I'm Sorry I Left, But It Was For The Best My Little Dove...

and I'm sorry I left, but it was for the best my little dove...

absolute solitude: selected poems, dulce maria loynaz (tr. james o'connor) // the glass essay, anne carson // boyish, japanese breakfast // @uglyfruit // yves olade // hunger, harry styles // a not admitting of the wound, emily dickinson // no surprises, radiohead // fourth of july, sufjan stevens

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i was born knowing you.

lisa see / fleabag (2016-2019) / unknown / the reynolds pamphlet, lin-manuel miranda / my sister’s keeper, jodi picoult / little women (2019) dir. greta gerwig / mommy issues, joan tierney / sisters, holly warburton / two sisters on the terrace, pierre-auguste renoir

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1 year ago

Anne Carson, Plainwater: Essays and Poetry

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bellsofysa

2 months ago

text id: “People talk sometimes of bestial cruelty, but that's a great injustice and insult to the beasts; a beast can never be so cruel as a man, so artistically cruel. The tiger only tears and gnaws, that's all he can do. He would never think of nailing people by the ears, even if he were able to do it. These Turks took a pleasure in torturing children, too; cutting the unborn child from the mother's

text id: catching them on the points of their bayonets before their mothers' eyes. Doing it before the mothers' eyes was what gave zest to the amusement. Here is another scene that I thought very interesting. Imagine a trembling mother with her baby in her arms, a circle of invading Turks around her. They've planned a diversion:

text id: they pet the baby, laugh to make it laugh. They succeed, the baby laughs. At that moment a Turk points a pistol four inches from the baby's face. The baby laughs with glee, holds out its little hands to the pistol, and he pulls the trigger in the baby's face and blows out its brains. Artistic, wasn't it? By the way, Turks are particularly fond of sweet things, they say.”

text id: “Brother, what are you driving at?” asked Alyosha.
“I think if the devil doesn't exist, but man has created him, he has created him in his own image and likeness.”

"The Brothers Karamazov", Fyodor Dostoevsky (translated by Constance Garnett)

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bellsofysa

7 months ago

Orpheus and Eurydice, Titian & Orpheus and Eurydice, George Frederic Watts // Silver Springs, Fleetwood Mac

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bellsofysa

4 months ago

fatima aamer bilal, from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am your mould, but the shape of you is true absence, leaving me purposeless.’

[text id: and is this not treason? / my soul belongs far more to you than it does to me.]

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4 years ago

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6 months ago

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bellsofysa

6 months ago

I Woke Up Shivering From My Dream This Morning (it Had You In It)

i woke up shivering from my dream this morning (it had you in it)

edit: i see everyone's tags and i want to let anyone who sees this know that i really did feel this about someone when i posted it and the wound has finally healed 👍 sending everyone hugs 💗💗

@/heavensghost on tumblr / unknown / richard siken / susan orlean / cool about it by boygenius / @/annalaura_art on tiktok / @/annalaura_art on tiktok / for your own good by leah horlick / the night we met by lord huron / richard siken / trista mateer / text: I thought id know you forever.. by Olivia Ruby - art: Watchmen by Dave Gibbons et al

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bellsofysa

4 years ago

You've been hurting all your life to meet someone you must not hurt.

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bellsofysa

6 months ago

Oh, To Be In Love With Life. Oh, To Be In Love With Love.

oh, to be in love with life. oh, to be in love with love.

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