sippihippie:

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fatima aamer bilal, from even flesh eaters don’t want me.

jondrettegirls:

text that reads "you know that i've forgiven you. you had hardly slammed the door, your perfume still hung in the room, when i had already forgiven you."ALT

lucy. xix. she/her.

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jondrettegirls:

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[Image Description: 4 quotes from plays and 1 painting. The quotes read as follows, 1: “Someone will see to you! The evil you are is the evil you get.” 2: “Klytemnestra: ‘If you kill me, you kill yourself. Orestes—‘ / Orestes: ‘You did wrong. Now you suffer wrong.’” 3: “He filled this house like a mixing bowl to the brim with evils, now he has drunk it down.” 4: “Menelaos: ‘No, don’t do it!’ / Orestes: ‘Oh, be quiet. Endure what you deserve.’” The painting is of King Agamemnon, murdered in his bath, with a net embroidered over him in red. End description.]

THE EVIL YOU ARE | Herakles - Euripides (Tr. Anne Carson) | Oresteia - Aeschylus (Tr. Robert Icke) | Agammemnon - Aeschylus (Tr. Anne Carson) | Orestes - Euripides (Tr. Anne Carson)

jondrettegirls:

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[ID: A page of a play. It reads as follows, “Theseus: Stop. Give me your hand. I am your friend. / Herakles: I fear to stain your clothes with blood. / Theseus: Stain them, I don’t care.” End text.]

Herakles - Euripides (Tr. Anne Carson)

thehopefulquotes:

“You’re the kind of soul anyone would be lucky to be with, and you don’t even know it, the great ones never do.”

Adrian Michael

apoetsparacosm:

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Haruki Marukami

feelingsoftheday:

Talk to me, because I miss u so much.

thehopefulquotes:

“When you really love someone, you see all their mess and their brokenness and you love them anyway. In fact, seeing all of that sort of makes love them you more.”

thebrokenquotes

ivynightshade:

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fatima aamer bilal, on ‘all my love is violence’.

[credits: @fatimaamerbilal]

ivynightshade:

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fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s all the blood in my mouth screams devastatingly desperate, miserable girl.

[text id: and i wonder if all the people who were once my friends, feel the relief of not knowing me anymore. / i know, it’s exhausting to be with someone who’s grieving all the time.]

ivynightshade:

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fatima aamer bilal, from how can i escape myself?

[text id: how i would beg, medusa, for her to look at me, and midas, for his golden clutch. / all of this would ruin me, but at least i would be seen and touched.]

sippihippie:

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fatima aamer bilal, from even flesh eaters don’t want me.

petaltexturedskies:

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Percy Bysshe Shelley, from the collected poems of P. S; “epipsychidion”