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Conversation with Garth Greenwell

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bonedog / eva h.d

averno, louise glück / a ghost story (2017), dir. david lowery / the haunting of hill house (2017), dir. mike flannagan / MAG066 / undertale (2015), dev. toby fox / as consciousness is harnessed to flesh, susan sontag / MAG186 / boy in pen and ink, clarice lispector

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“no one knows the origins of alcohol. tho surely an accident before sacrament. agricultural apocrypha. enough grain stored up for it to get weird in the cistern. rot gospel. god water”

— Sam Sax, from “On Alcohol” [x]

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“My rot is as hungry as me. & when God asks me about love, I always respond with cruelty.”

— Yves Olade, Belovéd (via voirlvmer)

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Richard Hugo, Essay on Poetic Theory: The Triggering Town

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Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?

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Nigel Durrant:   Horse bathing in Barbados.  (2009)

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Desire for God is treated as insatiable hunger, as hell itself.

CAROLINE WALKER BYNUM, holy feast and holy fast: the religious significance of food to medieval women  

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hello my friend! may i ask what made you think of your url or the meaning behind it? <3

hi love💕 i’ll be honest. i rewrote my answer to this three times now. because - when i first chose the name, it felt more real and true to me than anything, like a lifeline: vigilante hearts. poetic justice. goodness and strength made strong by their softness, tender love, and the bravery to be vulnerable and human in the very hard places. the bravery to love radically, to be a part of something greater and more vast than the mind can imagine. to grow and bloom out of a place of suffering. all the souls that feel home is another world. humans at their most human. “love...larger than the usual romantic love. It’s like a religion.”

It’s been so difficult to feel this lately. the world has made me harsh the last few years, and i’m trying to find the younger me that still hoped and believed in poetic justice, love like a religion. the ways to be vulnerable and radically kind. your ask made me stop and remember that, and who i’m trying to be, despite it all. thank you.

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Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous

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Eileen Myles, "The Sadness of Leaving" from I Must Be Living Twice: New and Selected Poems 1975 - 2014

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“It is in solitude that being shows its worth.”

— Simone de Beauvoir, from Diary of a Philosophy Student: Volume 1, 1926-1927; August 7th, 1926

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Tired of being devoured, I make a model of my sorrow, and kiss it. I’ve been waiting on my misery like a man who won’t come. I used to live on crumbs wanting to be touched in the house where no one keeps me.

— Jessica Abughattas, from “Another Dinner Party,” Strip: Poems

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Lamium

by Louise Glück

This is how you live when you have a cold heart. As I do: in shadows, trailing over cool rock, under the great maple trees. The sun hardly touches me. Sometimes I see it in early spring, rising very far away. Then leaves grow over it, completely hiding it. I feel it glinting through the leaves, erratic, like someone hitting the side of a glass with a metal spoon. Living things don’t all require light in the same degree. Some of us make our own light: a silver leaf like a path no one can use, a shallow lake of silver in the darkness under the great maples. But you know this already. You and the others who think you live for truth and, by extension, love all that is cold.

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Victoria Monet

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Autobiography of a Wound, Brynne Rebele-Henry