Sometimes, I cry so hard I can feel it in my ribs. / I feel like the real me is backed into a corner inside me

— Ama Asantewa Diaka, from "Saturday Evening WhatsApp Message," Woman, Eat Me Whole

“She tastes like every dark thought I’ve ever had.”

— White Cat, by Holly Black (via awdoll)

The sound of the sea ebbed into the flow of my dreams.

Jeanette Winterson, Christmas Days: 12 Stories and 12 Feasts for 12 Days; from 'Dark Christmas'

Lunch Poems: ‘Three Airs’ (c. 1958) by Frank O’Hara

La maman et la putain (1973)

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, 1931

Pierre-Eugène-Emile Hébert / “And Always! And Never!”, also known as “Death and the Maiden” / ab. 1860 / Montreal Museum of fine Arts (there are also several versions of this sculpture in other museums)

[…] I don’t resist the seductions of darkness. 

Jeanette Winterson, from ‘Why I adore the night’

Vertigo & Ghost, Fiona Benson

julia slip by anastasia mihaylova / edited and cropped

Joyce Mansour, Modern Poetry in Translation: One Thousand Suns; 'Untitled I', tr. Carol Martin-Sperry

“I am not writing, rather whispering in your ear. You are still with me. I hear your voice, I swim in the light of your eyes. I lean on your shoulder, I eat with you, I press your hand which lies like a bird in my hand who has no desire to fly.

— Mahmoud Darwish in a letter to Tamar Ben Ami

Maya Plisetskaya as the Dying Swan (Bolshoi Ballet)