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“Oh, Lazarus, did you want to wake up? Or did God drag you clawing and screaming back into the light, when all you wanted was to stay dead?”

— ain’t no grave can hold my body down, but jesus christ, i wish it could. | j.s.

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“I, too, can create desolation” — Mary Shelley, Frankenstein; or, The Modern Prometheus

“I, too, create corpses” — Sylvia Plath, from ‘Three Women’

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Interactive :: House Saints by Hala Alyan

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ig: mindeya

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Slytherin + Books and Museums 

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openly lusting for kitchenware and home goods that you will never be able to afford

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william blake, “the chimney sweeper”, songs of innocence and experience

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Buste d’Antinoüs (détail du Groupe de San Ildefonso, vers 130-138).

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anne sexton // richard siken// margaret atwood // virginia woolf

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a medieval view from my window, adorned by café and ancient laws that once ruled kingdoms from centuries ago.

ig: rosenaufsuden

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Joan Crawford, portrait by Ruth Harriet Louise, 1928

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joan crawford as hamlet in 1929

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those old books look great 📖 ☕

ig @limonerosse

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“(…) are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life?”

— Mary Oliver, from Have You Ever Tried To Enter The Long Black Branches? in “New And Selected Poems: Volume Two”

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