Rose

“Across sculpted surfaces theories speak to me as poems. Literacy in fields of discourse crumbles amongst freaky sounds. Here are the sirens of not knowing everything. The map of whatever is stilted.”
― Carla Harryman, Adorno’s Noise

“i even tried to bury myself alive
but the dirt recoiled
you have already rotted it said
there is nothing left for me to do”
― Rupi Kaur, The Sun and Her Flowers

“If you told her the war is over do you think she'd sleep?”
― Andrea Gibson, The Madness Vase

“People are like bees. They’re all workers who could be queens, with the right stuff, but once a queen-making has begun, it can’t be reversed. A bee that’s halfway a queen can’t turn back into a worker. She’d starve. She must keep growing and then she must leave.”
― Natasha Pulley, The Bedlam Stacks