Kali

“female

i hope the future really is you
not soft, but softer,
alternative mainstreamed left sided divinely
feminine.
a woman is a man with a whoa.
exponentially deeper internal seas,
wish i had a submarine
to explore your ocean floors.
smarter because she has to be
vulnerable empathy with force,
taught remorseful but she has nothing to
apologize for, she deserves the sorriest.
everything comes first from you
every single one born from them
by me she is love, loved, loving
in the origin of power,
you are who i try to be,
feminist.
you
wondered woman,
wonderful you.”
― Nico Tortorella, All of It Is You.

“Progress is dancing to the same song I used to cry to.”
― Orion Carloto

“Much struck by the idea of a man--this man--bent on doing himself to death, were he able, I asked, "Do you mean, Doctor, that Mr. Penfold desires to...to bleed himself to death? Or do we speak of carnivorous intent?" I'd adopted the doctor's habit of distancing the very present patient, only to be brought up short by Mr. Penfold himself:-
"May I respond to that, Dr. Stewart?" This, uttered in tones appropriate to any London parlour.
Dr. Stewart said nothing, and so Mr. Penfold spoke on:-
"What I wish, sir," said he to me, "is simply to die. Rather, I no longer wish to live. And, as no other means of suicide avails itself to me in this cushioned cell--neither utensil nor tool, not even a hardened corner on which to dash the brains from my head--the doctor speaks true: I would, yes, if able, tear and rend my flesh with fingers and teeth. Not with carnivorous intent, no, but rather to rid myself, my body, of its blood; for the blood, sir, is the life, and, as I have said, I have had done with life.
The blood is the life. Whence did those words come? Forthwith I was informed, by Penfold himself:-
"So it says in Deuteronomy 12:23, where the interdiction is, and I quote, 'Only be sure that thou eat not the blood: for the blood is the life.' But of course I do not wish to drink my own blood, Mr. Stoker. I would, however, see it spilled. I would watch with increasing relief, yes, if the red of life were to run from me.”
― James Reese, The Dracula Dossier

“Too much to take in, too much to purge. Why must every memory, once sweet, dead end in such ugliness?”
― Ellen Hopkins, Impulse