Love me. I am pitch black,
sinful, blind, confused.
But if not you, then who else
is going to love me? Face
to face, and fate to fate.
See how stars shine bright
in the dark sky. Love me
simply, simply, as day
loves night and night loves day.
You have no choice. I am
pure night, and you – pure light.
1 - Jennifer Saint, Elektra // 2 - Sue Zhao // 3 - Richard Siken, Snow and Dirty Rain & Maria Petrovykh, Love Me. I Am Pitch Black // 4 - art by @ratsandlilies on twitter // 5 - @/laniyng & @/orpheuslament // 6 - Keane, Better Than This // 7 - Mitski, Stay Soft // 8 - @/kedreeva & Margaret Atwood, ‘He shifts from east to west’, Power Politics & Clarice Lispector, The Stream of Life & Anais Nin, Henry and June // 9 - Molly McAdams, Stealing Harper & Jack Kerouac, On the Road // 10 - Henri Cole, Nothing to Declare: Poems; ‘Sphere’ & ??? // 11 - @/obeliskandmetronome // 12 - Michael Cunningham, The Hours & Marion Wheeler, There Is No Antimemetics Division // 13 - Lucia LoTempio, Hot with the Bad Things // 14 - Gail Hareven, The Confessions of Noa Weber & Flannery O'Connor, The Violent Bear It Away // 15 - p.d., there is no absolution for the fallen, only the dying // 16 - art by c.b. (@/archbudzar)
I would die for the Corinthian and Wanderer. No questions asked. Thank you Kat for all these hours spent writing and creating this story <3
@the-darklings , today I bury you in me; Maria Petrovykh, "Love me. I am pitch black"; Taylor Jenkins Reid, The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo; Natalie wee, "least of all"; art by me
fortesa latifi // van gogh - small bottle with peonies and blue delphiniums // maria petrovykh - love me. I am pitch black // sylvia plath - johnny pnic & the bible of dreams: short stories, prose and diary excerpts // neil hilborn - a place where someone loves you // marc hanson - moon shadows // kaene - somewhere only we know // cj hausen - the crane wife // 5 seconds of summer - lover of mine // @heavensghost // simone de beauvoir - letter to lanzmann // gustav klimt - der kuss // danez smith - acknowledgements // @angireads0126 - i've been trying to make more room for you // hozier - to be alone
Love me. I am pitch black,
sinful, blind, confused.
But if not you, who else
is going to love me? Face
to face and fate to fate.
See how the stars shine bright
in the dark sky. Love me
simply, simply, as day
loves night and night loves day.
You have no choice. I am
pure night, and you-- pure light.
Forgive my love confessions,
Which are crude, fitting my lot in life.
My lips slowly turn dry
When I simply think of you.
I pay tribute to you, as within my power—
By living a life embodied in a prayer.
It takes my breath away
To simply think of you.
So what that thunderstorms have crushed my garden,
That I live in struggle with myself,
But my eyes get clouded with tears
When I simply think of you.
Forgive My Crude Love Confessions... by Maria Petrovykh (Translated by Natalya Klein-Atlas )
It’s just how it is, it’s the way of the ages;
years pass away, and friends pass away
and you suddenly realise the world is changing
and the fire of your heart is fading away.
Once the horizon was sharp as a knife,
a clear frontier between different states,
but now low mist hangs over the earth
—and this gentle cloud is the mercy of fate.
Age, I suppose, with its losses and fears,
age that silently saps our strength,
has blurred with the mist of unspilt tears
that clear divide between life and death.
So many you loved are no longer with you,
yet you chat to them as you always did.
You forget they’re no longer among the living;
that clear frontier is now shrouded in mist.
The same sort of woodland, same sort of field—
You probably won’t even notice the day
you chance to wander across the border,
chatting to someone long passed away.
Love me. I am pitch black,
sinful, blind, confused.
But if not you, who else
is going to love me? Face
to face and fate to fate.
See how stars shine bright
in the dark sky. Love me
simply, simply, as day
loves night and night loves day.
You have no choice. I am
pure night, and you--pure light.