50 DAYS OF TOG 8/8 Books: Kingdom Of Ash

50 DAYS OF TOG → 8/8 Books: Kingdom of Ash

Remember that we have something to fight for, and it will always triumph.

For all death is made vivid by dreams

But all dreams are withered by death

Poem moodboard for @andersonsdeskset

“Night comes and the girls’ eyes, night dust and water heavy with salt.”

— Saadi Youssef, from ‘House of Mirth’, Without an Alphabet, Without a Face: Selected Poems (trans. Khaled Mattawa)

December's Sorrow

“Here we are again: covered in glass, blood stained blacktop. This makes sense. The constant collision of us. In bones, mouths, skin. We are always pulling in opposite directions but wind up in the same bed. You can call this chemistry, or even symmetry, but we never quite know what it is exactly we’re trying to mimic. All I know is that I can’t keep pulling glass out of my palm. Every time you try to hold my hand, it gets lodged in deeper. You’re so deep under my skin at this point that I don’t think I’ll ever get you all the way out. I don’t know that I’d ever call this love, but I don’t know a better word for this kind of orbit. Some days I think I forget how to breathe until you say my name. Here we are again: glass in my hair, blood on your hands. I’ll still get back up and brush off my knees. You’ll get back in the car and find your sunset. We’ll meet up and do it all over again tomorrow night.”

— I’m Only Honest with You in My Dreams, Angelea Lowes  (via angelealowes)

Rian Johnson (2019)