All the locks are solid and tight, and there are no ghosts.
— Shirley Jackson, We Have Always Lived In The Castle
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All the locks are solid and tight, and there are no ghosts.
— Shirley Jackson, We Have Always Lived In The Castle
Memory (2022) acrylic 24 x 18 by Mary Carroll
CAILEE SPAENY priscilla official trailer
Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head, Warsan Shire
On the confounding joy of being // Part 3
-April 11th, 2022
The Quiet Girl (An Cailín Ciúin) 2022 | dir. Colm Bairéad
Amy Dunne // Nickie Zimov // Carol Lee, To Die For // Marie Alsing // Anne Sexton, A Self Portrait in Letters // As Tears Go By (1988) dir. Wong Kar Wai // Fyodor Dostoevsky in a letter to his wife Anna Dostoevsky, 28 August 1879 // Aron Wiesenfeld // Margaret Atwood, from "Thoughts From Underground"
Amy Dunne // Nickie Zimov // Carol Lee, To Die For // Marie Alsing // Anne Sexton, A Self Portrait in Letters // As Tears Go By (1988) dir. Wong Kar Wai // Fyodor Dostoevsky in a letter to his wife Anna Dostoevsky, 28 August 1879 // Aron Wiesenfeld // Margaret Atwood, from "Thoughts From Underground"
Emily Skaja, from Brute: Poems; “No, I do not want to connect with you on Linkedin”
[Text ID: “The moon knew me. It took my side.”]
THE SACRIFICE, 1986 Andrei Tarkovsky
to be small even just for a while
Alejandra Pizarnik, tr. by Yvette Siegert, from “Extracting the Stone of Madness”, Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962 - 1972
Untitled - 2017
being in my 20s is like I understand more of my mother and less than i ever have. My childhood friends are strangers to me and there’s no one i know better. i want to drink wine. i never stopped wanting to climb trees. i know more than I’ve ever known before. I don’t know anything at all. i’m seven years old and sixteen and twenty nine and seventy. I can’t tell when i'm happy. I think the only thing that will make me happy is to be little again. i want to be really old. i go to the ocean and feel like nothing matters more than that. in my bedroom everything matters so much. I go to the grocery store every day. i know how to cook a lot of things but the only thing i know how to eat is fried eggs. I can take care of myself but i want to be taken care of. i want to go home and I don't know where that is. i think it may be somewhere inside of me but i’m not sure