kiyohime
kiyohime
the worm's tail
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My love, take these walls, these wars. Dull my blades. I am tired of the hunt. I’ve laid my only words at your feet. Open for me.
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kiyohime · 2 years ago
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Hiroshima Mon Amour, Marguerite Duras (trans. by Richard Seaver)
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kiyohime · 2 years ago
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“You were as deep down as I’ve ever been. You were inside me like my pulse.”
— Marilyn Hacker, from “Nearly a Valediction” featured in A Stranger’s Mirror: New & Selected Poems 1994 - 2014 (via watchoutforintellect)
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kiyohime · 2 years ago
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[...] I loved blood since I had tasted yours.
Marguerite Duras, from ‘Hiroshima Mon Amour’, tr. Richard Seaver
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kiyohime · 2 years ago
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kiyohime · 2 years ago
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“An honourable human relationship—that is, one in which two people have the right to use the word “love”—is a process, delicate, violent, often terrifying to both persons involved, a process of refining the truths they can tell each other.”
— Adrienne Rich, from ‘Women and Honor: Some Notes on Lying’ featured in On Lies, Secrets and Silence: Selected Prose 1966-1978
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kiyohime · 2 years ago
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okay but saying "i wish i had known you sooner" — like the love in my heart is growing so big and fast for you that i wish i had the opportunity to have you way earlier by my side, because i want to love you longer than i can do now. my love for you reaches my past and makes a place for you.
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kiyohime · 2 years ago
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[...] I loved blood since I had tasted yours.
Marguerite Duras, from ‘Hiroshima Mon Amour’, tr. Richard Seaver
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kiyohime · 2 years ago
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From Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein.
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kiyohime · 2 years ago
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“Think of someone you want to touch whom you cannot touch, someone forbidden. Think of a room where there is nothing except the two of you: still, you cannot touch them. Think of the heat between two hands about to touch, the language that exists in that silence.”
— Chelsea Hodson, from Tonight I’m Someone Else: Essays; “A Simple Woman,”
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kiyohime · 2 years ago
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He is part of me now. We cannot go back. He is in my bones; in my blood.
Katherine Clements, from ’The Coffin Path’
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kiyohime · 2 years ago
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“The bear loved the deer, it was obvious. It ripped the deer’s throat out, and then licked the dying deer with the most passionate affection. I thought of you and me.”
David Cronenberg, Consumed
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kiyohime · 2 years ago
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Sympathetic Little Monster, Cameron Awkward-Rich
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kiyohime · 2 years ago
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E. E. Cummings, The Complete Poems: 1904-1962
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kiyohime · 3 years ago
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“I don’t know what they are called, the spaces between seconds — but I think of you always in those intervals.”
― Salvador Plascencia, The People of Paper
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kiyohime · 3 years ago
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Katherine Arden, The Winter of the Witch
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kiyohime · 3 years ago
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Rainer Maria Rilke, The Dark Interval: Letters on Loss, Grief, and Transformation
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kiyohime · 3 years ago
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“Anatomy of a Hug" by artist - Luna Lu
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