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So to Speak, Terrance Hayes
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cannibalrot · 4 months
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Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry written c. May 1920, featured in “The Diary of Virginia Woolf: Vol. II, 1920-1924”
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cannibalrot · 4 months
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cannibalrot · 4 months
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Mieko Kawakami, Heaven (translated by Sam Bett and David Boyd)
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cannibalrot · 4 months
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midwest rot
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cannibalrot · 4 months
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Roberto Bolaño, The Savage Detectives (translated by Natasha Wimmer)
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cannibalrot · 4 months
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cannibalrot · 5 months
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im out, nothing here to care about…
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danvers swamp walk // 11/26/33
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cannibalrot · 5 months
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cannibalrot · 5 months
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Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry featured in "Diaries" written c. November 1940
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empire of the senseless, kathy acker
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cannibalrot · 5 months
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Adonis, tr. Khaled Mattawa from, “Body.” [ID in alt text]
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cannibalrot · 6 months
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“November — with uncanny witchery in its changed trees. With murky red sunsets flaming in smoky crimson behind the westering hills. With dear days when the austere woods were beautiful and gracious in a dignified serenity of folded hands and closed eyes — days full of fine, pale sunshine that sifted through the late, leafless gold of the juniper-trees and glimmered among the grey beeches, lighting up evergreen banks of moss and washing the colonnades of the pines. Days with a high-sprung sky of flawless turquoise. Days when an exquisite melancholy seemed to hang over the landscape and dream about the lake. But days, too, of the wild blackness of great autumn storms, followed by dank, wet, streaming nights when there was witch-laughter in the pines and fitful moans among the mainland trees.”
— L.M. Montgomery, from ‘The Blue Castle’ (via theflowershop)
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cannibalrot · 7 months
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fatima aamer bilal, from being unwanted is a language.
[text id: the world is happening in a room that i can't enter, life is happening in a gathering i am not invited to. / being unwanted is a language i am fluent in.]
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cannibalrot · 7 months
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it’s quiet here
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cannibalrot · 7 months
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