#Helen oyeyemi

[flowerytale]

Helen Oyeyemi, from White is for Witching

[virgin-martyr]

[franzkafkagf]

RHAENYRA AND AEGON; SIBLINGS AS MORTAL ENEMIES

unknown, house of the dragon, ethel cain, george r. r. martin, natalie diaz, leonard cohen, julio cortázar, sophocles, helen oyeyemi, genesis

[dogearedheart]

I am alive, and by god I’m tired of being awakened, but unlived. I step outside.

[vive, vive, traci brimhall || lazarus rising, supernatural || bee in jar, molly brodak || the sacrifice of iphigenia, bischof wolfgang huber || grave of a suicide victim, wilhelm kotarbiński || dead stars, ada limón || white is for witching, helen oyeyemi || unkown || a good day, kait rokowski || unfortunately, It was paradise: selected poems; “the flute cried,”, mahmoud darwish || you don't have to be everything: poems for girls becoming themselves, diana whitney]

[obsessioncollector]

It wasn't unpleasant flinching, but the surprised movement of two who are accustomed to looking closely at other people, but unaccustomed to being seen.

Helen Oyeyemi, The Icarus Girl

[derangedrhythms]

His voice in my ear. It did interesting things to me.

Helen Oyeyemi, from ‘Mr. Fox’

[sinligh]

It’s late July, A lost breath of soulful desperation bled half the year that has passed over my eyes, painting a veil like fabric that blinded me mercifully.

can time really heal anything? I’ve been struggling with digesting all that it stored for me…

My cruel heart is only a result of the ignorance that i built brick by brick from its remnants

I even named the process defensive mechanism.

It’s early august, I’ve held on to a routine for as long as i can, living off of small accomplishments; cause what’s the alternative?

Prisesstant melancholy? Undoubtable anguish?

I became insensitive to time passage, like a child that never knew health only saw it as a blanketing apology covering everyone they love.

a child that can vividly touch the heaviness of the life they’ll carry for as long as they’re allowed to.

I’ve been accumulating feelings like corpses that are waiting to be identified in a morgue.

frozen above my brainstem, that until the heat of the summer caused them to melt and overlap into a storming ocean; leaving little versions of me to drown in their waves

and I as a helpless outsider watching from a coast and hoping i could pour all of this in one single poem, or maybe aspire it all like you’d do a patient with fluids in their lungs: Thoracentesis.

And use it as a supply to wash away the catatonic rage that flows through my veins.

reality is ringing it’s bell inside the cavity where my eyes should be, and even though i can hear it.

It’s taking me longer than I thought it would to reach; cause thats all i can do.. try.

I measure my self value interchangeably with all the pieces of me i left behind to comfort others.

That and all the leftovers of my mother’s life.

My soul is constantly tugging.

Tugging, tugging, tugging. Never in the same direction but it’s still clear that it wishes to be free from me.

Emotionally attached to this and that to her and him

But they’re never enough; i never am…

And I’m so tired of it all, the never ending self loathing.

But to whom do I confess ?

Who would acknowledge my longing, Who will embrace my infelicitous desire to be held together or even just touched,

an innocent reminder of my existence, to ease me into being a human again, especially after I starved myself for the sake of nourishing others.

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•Quotes: Louis Tomlinson/ Taylor swift/ Henry Miller/ Rainer Maria Rilke/Helen Oyeyemi/Anne Sexton/Franz Kafka/Susan Sontag

•Original context: Sinligh

•Art reference:

1. Timothy Archer - The blue rider. 2. The Train by Ben McLaughlin. 3. Paintings by Raymond BonillaRaymond. 4. Ottoman Beauty with a Butterfly by Harold H. Piffard. 5. Side Light by Quang Ho. 6. Painting by Alex Kanevsky. 7. Fine Morning by Sally Strand. 8.painting by Steven J. Levin

[jacobwren]

“When something catches your attention, just keep your attention on it, stick with it ‘til the end, and somewhere along the line there’ll be weirdness. I’ve never tried to explain it to anyone before, but what i mean to say is that a whole lot of technically impossible things are always trying to happen to us, appear to us, talk to us, show us pictures, or just say hi, and you can’t pay attention to all of it, so I just pick the nearest technically impossible thing and I let it happen. Let me know how it goes if you try it. And if you’re thinking I’m going to grow out of this, you’re wrong.” - Helen Oyeyemi, Boy, Snow, Bird

[always-an-angel]

book playlists: dark academia edition

here are some spotify playlists i made to match the vibe/story of some books i really love! enjoy enjoy :)

the secret history by donna tartt

bunny by mona awad

piranesi by susanna clarke

white is for witching by helen oyeyemi

y.a. playlists | literary fiction playlists

[lesbianmariuspontmercy]

there is no other version of this story.

true trans soul rebel - against me! // yellowjackets // lake mungo dir. Joel Anderson // the final girls dir. Todd Strauss-Schulson // revisiting mockingjay - sydney bucksbaum // hannibal // white is for witching - helen oyeyemi // abel and cain in the sandman // the gods show up - michael kinnucan // the worm king's lullaby - richard siken

[flowerytale]

Helen Oyeyemi, from “White Is for Witching”

[lillyli-74]

It seems to me that the dead only return for love or for revenge.

Who did you come back for?

~Helen Oyeyemi

[haveyoureadthisfantasybook]

vote yes if you have finished the entire book.

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[poemaseletras]

“Foi a luta habitual entre quem ama aceitando fardos e quem ama recusando-se a ser um.”

Helen Oyeyemi, O que não é seu não é seu

[gennsoup]

"People underestimate the freckled."

Helen Oyeyemi, Boy, Snow, Bird

[derangedrhythms]

We looked at the moon and the moon looked at us.

Helen Oyeyemi, from ‘White Is for Witching’