i want you to read me like a book, turn each page delicately in your hunger to know me more and more. gonna melt your barriers with each word im whispering silently. i want to make you tremble as you enter my realm, deeper and deeper being fully intoxicating with my presence. to make you feel me under your skin with each word you’re reading, forgetting everything you’ve ever known for that moment, letting yourself be taken away into my mind, as a river claiming its prisoner. you can’t fight it now but god, you wouldn’t even dream of escaping now.
so now you belong to me. entirely. wholeheartedly.
—Sylvia Plath, Letter to Aurelia Plath, 4th May 1962
Rick Melton’s art is a wild fusion of pulp horror and vintage sci-fi, dripping with bold colors and lurid details. His work brings the spirit of classic grindhouse posters and VHS cover art
I listened to her breathing slow down, felt her heart beating so close to mine. My arm had fallen asleep, but I couldn’t have cared less.
- Lisa Jenn Bigelow
people talk big about dying for love but can't handle living for it. dying is one brave moment. living is a thousand daily humiliations.
In my dreams, I am happy and lovable. Someone actually cares about me, and I'm not alone. In my dreams.
Sleeping Man (1996)