And what will you do today, I wonder, / to my heart?
Etikett: quote
Fear God in your treatment of women.
“All dark, all bloody, my heart,”
— Charles Baudelaire, tr. by Paul Weinfield, from “A Voyage to Cythera,”
Let her pray, and sleep, and dream / Alone with her good angels,
I felt and saw the night outside deep within me. Wind and wetness, autumn, bitter smell of foliage, scattered leaves of the elm tree.
Your own black mind you shall fight the most.
She always looked divinely frail and beautiful and regal.
What is it that brings on these moods of yours? Nothing mysterious: the ordinary pain of being alive.
“There’s something soft in me— / we killed it and it’s rotting.”
— Cassandra de Alba, from “A Barbie Dream House But All the Dolls Are Kitchen Knives,” published in Underblong (via weltenwellen)
I looked for love in things that were not love.