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The Ponds by Mary Oliver

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“Please — consider me a dream.”

— Franz Kafka; ‘Once while visiting his friend Max Brod, young Kafka awakened Brod’s father, who was asleep on a couch. Instead of apologizing, Kafka gently montioned him to relax, advanced through the room on tiptoe, and said softly: “Please – consider me a dream.”’ from Franz Kafka (Franz Baumer) (via auroses)

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⠀ cobwebs lined against a hollowed armoire: peel back the paint, break off the handles. no one is here, only the phantoms; they haunt me, these crooked endeavors. i will melt with this guilt that lapses my heartbeat. another hymn sang in a confessional; forgive me, father.

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⠀ two skeletal lovers intertwined with pretty violets and spite; your heart grows like a rose-bud between my third and fourth rib. rip apart my petals, do you love me? stomp on my stems, you feel like home.

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Art by Ann Maulina

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The Mephisto Waltz (Paul Wendkos, 1971) Female Vampire (Jesús Franco, 1973) Cathy’s Curse (Eddy Matalon, 1977) Death Steps in the Dark (Maurizio Pradeaux, 1977) Slumber Party Massacre II (Deborah Brock, 1987) Haunting Fear (Fred Olen Ray, 1990)

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Nina Auerbach | Our Vampires, Ourselves

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“You’re like the sun I’m afraid I would melt and fall if I fly closer to you Meanwhile, I’m like the stars I don’t want you to mourn me when you look at my scattered soul in the sky”

— “I Guess We Are Two Worlds Apart” by anastasiasyah (via anastasiasyah)

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“You are both beauty and tragedy in one form I held you— I felt as if a thousand knives was jabbing my body I kissed you— I tasted both heaven and underworld down my throat I made love to you— I didn’t know whether to worship you or burn the hell out of you Now I understand the meaning of loving someone to death You are both and I’m somewhere in your between”

— “Love and Death”, anastasiasyah (via anastasiasyah)

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sara sutterlin

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like a blood-moon in a feverish sky; blushing red, draped in mystery like satin. die for me again, you rise. die for me again, you rise.

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“My love to him is like a fury of summer Passionate yet scorching His love to me is like a force of winter Relentless yet unforgiving”

— “Twinflame” from Repressed Feelings by anastasiasyah (via anastasiasyah)

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“it was always October / in my throat.”

— To My Father / To My Unborn Son, Ocean Vuong (via thecenterwillnothold)

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“What lies behind anger is grief that demands to be understood.”

— 10/13/20, anastasiasyah (via anastasiasyah)

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I imagine myself covered with blood, broken but transfigured and in agreement with the world, both as prey and as a jaw of time, which ceaselessly kills and is ceaselessly killed.

— Georges Bataille| Visions of Excess: Selected Writings 1927-1939

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