mar. 17. she. gryffindor. libra. istp. 8w7.
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β€” sufferign... why is senior year Like that... too many stuff to do too little motivation

β€” playing mystic messenger (if u see me simping over anime boys no u dont)

β€” vibing 2 monster by irene & seulgi

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"you will burn and yo will burn out; you will be healed and come back again."- fyodor dostoievsky, the brothers karamazov.

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gothic poetry recs??
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    • Edgar Allen Poe: all of his poems
    • Emily Brontë: all of her poems
    • Alice Notley, Songs and Stories of the Ghouls
    • Henry Wordsworth Longfellow, “Haunted Houses”: All houses wherein men have lived and died / are haunted houses.
    • Dana Levin, “styx”: if you // slit your wrist you could make them speak.
    • William Blake, “The Marriage of Heaven and Hell” “A Divine Image”: Terror the Human Form Divine 
    • Margaret Atwood, “Mushrooms” “Speeches for Dr. Frankenstein” “Marrying the Hangman”: What was my ravenous motive? / Why did I make you? 
    • Jorge Luis Borges, “Two English Poems”:  I can give you my loneliness, my darkness, the / hunger of my heart; I am trying to bribe you / with uncertainty, with danger, with defeat
    • Frank Bidart, “The Ghost”: if I had merely made you / love me you could not have saved me.
    • María Negroni, “Rosamundi”: they are bearing a / black wooden coffin and within it I, the invisible / bride
    • Anne Carson, “The Glass Essay”: She lives on a moor in the north. / She lives alone. / Spring opens like a blade there.
    • Emily Dickinson, “[The Loneliness One Dare not Sound]″: Its caverns and its corridors / Illuminate—or seal—
    • Jericho Brown, “Dear Dr. Frankenstein”: I, too, know the science of building men / Out of fragments in little light
    • Sylvia Plath, “Lady Lazarus” “Ariel” “Fever 103°”: I am too pure for you or anyone. / Your body / Hurts me as the world hurts God.
    • Hughes Mearns, “Antigonish [I met a man who wasn’t there]”: Yesterday, upon the stair, / I met a man who wasn’t there
    • Robert Lowell, “Florence“: Ah, to have known, to have loved / too many David and Judiths!
    • Gregory Orr, “Gathering the Bones Together”: I was twelve when I killed him; / I felt my own bones wrench from my body.
    • Paisley Rekdal, “Bats”: They flutter, shake like mystics. / They materialize.
    • #atwood gave me whiplash #poetry #save
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