i am singing while rome burns.

Vintage outdoor bookshop spotted in Madrid, Spain.

kathleen turner / ana mendieta / david shrigley / audre lorde

Leonara Carrington, The Hearing Trumpet.

Welcome to Ogma’s Halloween issue, full of spooky stories about vampires, ghosts and more! Featuring over fifty pages of poetry, short fiction and one photo series we hope you enjoy this month’s magazine! Stay tuned for some fun updates like print issues and merch (❁´◡`❁)

— K-Ming Chang, from “Churching”

Taglist:: @vandorens @semblanche @dhampier @the-ichor-of-ruination @sancta-silje @bleedingccity @rcvolutions @carumens @guulabjamuns  send an ask to be added or removed.  

Emilie Buchwald, “My Mother’s Music”

Jusepe de Ribera - The Sense of Touch.

diary entry 10/22 

theindianexpress / pascalchampion / hozier, ‘to noise making’ / titanic (1997) dir. james cameron / my chemical romance, ‘sing’ / abc news / dead poets society (1989) dir. peter weir / bertolt brecht

No one gets ink stains like yours just out of a desire for money.          LITTLE WOMEN (2019) DIR. GRETA GERWIG

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the sun screamed as her head was taken off, time saw that the world was unreasonable. selfish and unruly and so she took the knife around the sun’s throat.  in response the cities grew feral.  eating the seasons,  they drove despair into rage , into soil that grew red ropes attaching mother’s to proclamations of new gods.  father’s were collected and undone from measurements of decency.  how could they be anything good when they could not see,  when their hands were shriveled and their children gasping and breaking for food that was becoming themselves.   the mother’s wagered the moon their feet.  come to the ground they teased , come to us and we will let you meet him again they said and so when the moon did come down they took his skin and rationed off his insides.  the cities were bleeding , they were wild without change of da. , without  season they grew not produce but sickly things that came out with misshaped stomachs roaring for splits and tempests.   the cities were trying to reach the heavens bloodshed every were , wanting to cut into their old gods and say we will not fall as you have wanted us to so suddenly. we will stand and we will take you inside ourselves. @bleedingccity

rebel without a cause