In Cascades
…her mind, subtle and richly stocked, never ceases for a second to glow, contract, expand, like some wonderful red-tinted sea anemone, which lives in the deepest water and sucks into itself every scrap of living matter within miles.
Virginia Woolf, from Selected Letters (via violentwavesofemotion)
I wish I could throw off the thoughts which poison my happiness, and yet I take a kind of pleasure in indulging them.
Frédéric Chopin (via sad-plath)

goregirlsdungeon:

THE BITTER TEARS OF PETRA VON KANT directed by Rainer Werner Fassbinder

If love wants you; if you’ve been melted
down to stars, you will love
with lungs and gills, with warm blood
and cold. With feathers and scales.
Under the hot gloom of the forest canopy
you’ll want to breathe with the spiral
calls of birds, while your lashing tail
still gropes for the waves. You’ll try
to haul your weight from simple sea
to gravity of land. Caught by the tide,
in the snail-slip of your own path, for moments
suffocating in both water and air.
If love wants you, suddenly your past is
obsolete science. Old maps,
disproved theories, a diorama.
Anne Michaels, “Skin Divers” (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)
thewhitespace:

The Secret Book of the Black Arts. 1878

thewhitespace:

The Secret Book of the Black Arts. 1878

sisterwolf:

Dorothy Lathrop

sisterwolf:

Dorothy Lathrop

None sing as purely as those in deepest Hell; it is their singing that we take for the singing of angels.
Franz Kafka, from “Fragments  (via mirroir)