Animal Stories: Pictures and Stories for Children illustrated by Harrison Weir, 1894

the worst part is over, so get back on that horse and ride.

The pretentious man writing my life: this is what drove him crazy about her, her wildness, her insanity. One moment she was peaceful, the artist in her nest - the next, she dived into chaos, dined on it, challenged it. Just when he thought he understood her, she moved to again rewrite her definition, always unknowable, always glittering like the ocean, hinting at a story yet untold, laughing at a joke not meant for him, her eyes twinkling with secrets and humor and the otherworldly feminine. She was surrounded by color, loved it so much she tried to pour it inside of her, tried to poison herself with it, tried to paint even her organs. He wanted to kiss her, to entangle that art into his own skin - but the moment was passed. She was again order, peace. The chaos ceased. He didn’t even get to touch her boobies.

Elizaveta Boyarskaya, Viktoriya Isakova

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1892 star map.

Anne Carson, “The Glass Essay”

Orion. Young folks’ astronomy. 1881. 

“A path of sighs through the emotions of life. A tribute to the art and her disarming beauty.” From Beauty and by Rino Stefano Tagliafierro

ancient magic - sketches, part one

— Sholeh Wolpé, from “Illusion,“ Keeping Time with Blue Hyacinths (via caradocdearborn)

for Caroline, and for me. what’s important is to know that you will one day be happy again. happier than you were with her, happier than has ever been possible. focus on what makes you happy: a hot teacup against your belly. fresh sheets. turning up the heat in the apartment and cleaning naked as if it is August and everyone you love is coming over for breakfast. you have had love, and that means your sternum is a divining rod for both passion and grief. because the tongue is the body’s strongest muscle, make it say joy. make it say I am a factory of splendid things. make it say the octopus is the smartest animal in the animal kingdom, and I am an octopus. I am an octopus. I am happy. my survival was not an accident, or purposeless. the car that could have ended me didn’t. the lies that could have brined my insides to bitterness didn’t. word on the street is, you have muscles other than the tongue. take them for a walk in the sun. or, if it is spring in Chicago and therefore grey as your actual hair, in the rain. there are people everywhere. some of them are happy. you are one of them. I am one of them. and it’s OK. you can be happy and have a baby. you can be happy and create disconcerting images of traditional Christian figures in compromising positions using masticated fireflies as paint. someday somebody will love you for this. or in spite of it. either way, you’re an octopus. I’m an octopus. say it: we are happy. say: it’s not so bad.

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