@derangedrhythms

But do you ache for him?

Hannibal, Season Three; from ‘The Number of the Beast is 666’

Magic lies waiting in our blood and bones, waiting for us to open to its presence.

Aidan Wachter, from ‘Six Ways: Approaches & Entries for Practical Magic’

reinr :

great storms carry my sadness

What large eyes the dead have!

Sylvia Plath, Collected Poems; from ‘Poem for a Birthday’

The weather is bad, there is ice in the rain, and the wind is like a wolf nipping at your heels, reminding you that winter is coming. I feel as low as the dense snow clouds that are gathering.

Hannah Kent, from ‘Burial Rites’

You and I have begun to blur.

Hannibal, Season Three; from ‘Dolce’

liriostigre :

Gabriela Mistral, from a letter to Doris Dana c. May 1949, translated by Velma García-Gorena

I am enchanted and terrified.

Hannibal, Season Two; from ‘Tome-Wan’

Sylvia Plath, Collected Poems; from ‘A Life’

Her Romantic mind seized on violence as it did hurricanes and winter storms⁠—as a sublime force that brought her closer to an unveiling, an edge.

Heather Clark, from ‘Red Comet: The Short Life and Blazing Art of Sylvia Plath’

abandonarium :

“…you are a teacher and friend of the dead. They stand sighing in the shade of your house, they live under the branches of your trees. They drink the dew of your tears, they warm themselves at the goodness of your heart, they hunger after the words of your wisdom, which sounds full to them, full of the sounds of life.”

— Carl Jung | The Red Book

[…] this heavenly mania, this lovely obsession.

Gail Jones, from ‘Dreams of Speaking’

You mark me the deepest.
Wild at Heart (1990)

Mother of otherness
Eat me.

Sylvia Plath, Collected Poems; from ‘Poem for a Birthday’

waragainstintelligence :

Johnson could defecate in a Covid victim’s mouth on live television and the Brits would still vote Tory.

My hours are married to shadow.
Sylvia Plath, Collected Poems; from ‘The Colossus’

There was a fabric of knowing, he claimed, beyond vision, beyond hearing. Just as dogs practise an apparently subsonic intelligence, or birds know by inner geometry their flight paths and havens, so there are latent forms of life everywhere and secret understandings.

Gail Jones, from ‘Dreams of Speaking’

She never romanticized depression and death; she did not swoon into darkness. Rather, she delineated the cold, blank atmospherics of depression, without flinching.
Heather Clark, from ‘Red Comet: The Short Life and Blazing Art of Sylvia Plath’

you are the one mouth 
I would be a tongue to.
Sylvia Plath, Collected Poems; from ‘Poem for a Birthday’

Chelsea Wolfe, from ‘Flatlands’

Sylvia Plath, Collected Poems; from ‘Leaving Early’

anthropofugal :

To bear children into this world is like carrying wood to a burning house.

Peter Wessel Zapffe

and the nature of the angels went unexplained,

Anne Sexton, Live or Die; from ‘Consorting With Angels’

NEUTRALITY, BOREDOM become worse sins than murder, worse than illicit love affairs. BE RIGHT OR WRONG, don’t be indifferent, don’t be NOTHING.
Sylvia Plath to her Smith College students in 1958, quoted in ‘Red Comet: The Short Life and Blazing Art of Sylvia Plath’ by Heather Clark

Haunted, always haunted by rain,
Anne Sexton, Live or Die; from ‘Mother and Jack and the Rain’

Hannibal, Season One; ‘Apéritif’

Sylvia Plath, Collected Poems; from ‘Poem for a Birthday’

someprouphet :

That there was a sympathy between them. An unremarked vibration.

Gail Jones, from ‘Dreams of Speaking’