FILTH TEACHES FILTH

first love / late spring, mitski

Hélène Cixous, Love of the Wolf

The knife cut runs as long as it wants. It is through my stomach. I keep looking at it. I have more colors than I would have thought. The hole is large enough for my head. The hole was big enough for their hands to move freely. They put their fingers in because they should not and because they do not get the chance every day.

journal excerpt, july first

Richard Kadrey

original writing / do not repost

ig:grief.goblin

— Life of the Party, ‘No Baptism’ by Olivia Gatwood (via decreation)

— Anne Carson,  “To Compostela,” The Anthropology of Water, Plainwater: Essays and Poetry (via lifeinpoetry)

— — jaye simpson, from “w a t e r w a y s,” it was never going to be okay

Grady Hendrix, from The Southern Book Club’s Guide to Slaying Vampires