death incarnate

i can’t explain why that last sentence always feels like a punch to the gut but if you get it, you get it

Patricia A. McKillip, from her book titled "The Book of Atrix Wolfe," originally published in 1995

Text ID: Two hundred and ten million years of desire wash through me. Blood-eater.

— Marina Tsvetaeva, from “Bride of Ice: New Selected Poems; Poem of the End.“

— Marina Tsvetaeva, in a letter to Boris Pasternak, from A Russian Psyche: The Poetic Mind of Marina Tsvetaeva (via lunamonchtuna)

[text ID: I go on living. Deathtouched, changed, but my life arrives again / at yet. It’s May. I wake to it, thick and sweet as honey I’d forgotten.]

before sunrise (1995)

Anya Taylor Joy for her birthday

Someone Else's Hunger, Isabella DeSendi

anatomie de l'enfer (catherine breillat, 2004)

Andrei Tarkovsky, from a diary entry featured in Time Within Time; Selected Diaries

Phaedra's Love, Sarah Kane

That girl didn't wanna die. She just wanted out of that house. The Virgin Suicides (1999) written and directed by Sofia Coppola

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— lunamonchtuna (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

— Jay Vespertine (via lunamonchtuna)

— Vladimir Nabokov (b. 22 April 1899) in his letter to future wife Véra Yevseyevna Slonim dated November 1923, Letters to Véra

Mahmoud Darwish - “Memory for Forgetfulness”