— Hypocrite lecteur, — mon semblable, — mon frère! Everything is Broken up and Dances

Everything is Broken up and Dances

Defining, confining, sinking deeper. Controlling, defining, and we're sinking deeper.
Saturn comes back around to show you everything
Let's you choose what you will not see and then
Drags you down like a stone or lifts you up again
Spits you out like a child, light and innocent.
Saturn comes back around. Lifts you up like a child or
Drags you down like a stone to
Consume you till you choose to let this go.
Give away the stone. Let the oceans take and transmutate this cold and fated
anchor.
Give away the stone. Let the waters kiss and transmutate these leaden grudges
into gold.
Let go.
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02x09:

ughuhgufh you know that feeling where you want someone SO BAD like not even in a sexual way like you just want to touch their skin and hug them and feel their warmth and smell their scent and feel how soft their hair is and look into their eyes and hear their voice and soak in their presence like it’s physically impossible to have them by your side but you need it so bad like you just want them to be yours you want them physically there for you

You can cry I wont go

You can scream I wont go

I’m going down to the hades tomorrow morning. And I won’t look back in distrust. I know You’ll follow in our way out.

“Eurydice wants to speak to you.
But she doesn’t speak your language anymore.
She talks in the language of dead people now.
It’s a very quiet language.
Like if the pores in your face opened up and talked.
Like potatoes sleeping in the dirt.”

Sarah Ruhl, “Eurydice” (via yeidldeidlmotherfucker)

Dear Orpheus,

I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I was afraid. I am not worthy of you. But I still love you, I think.
Don’t try and find me again, you would be lonely for music. I want you to be happy. I want you to marry again. I’m going to write out instructions for your next wife.

To my husband’s next wife:
Be gentle. Be sure you comb his hair when it’s wet. Do not fail to notice that his face flushes pink like a bride’s when you kiss him. Give him lots to eat. He forgets to eat and he gets cranky.
When he is sad, kiss his forehead and I will thank you. For he is a young prince and his robes are too heavy on him. His crown falls down around his ears.

I’ll give this letter to a worm. I hope he finds you.

Love,

Eurydice

Eurydice, Sarah Ruhl (via leahmichelleramillano)

It’s you that I want, Eurydice.

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saturnsdaughter:

Eduard Kasparides, Orpheus and Eurydice, 1896
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necspenecmetu:

Joseph Paelinck, Orpheus and Eurydice, c. 1815-20
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victoriousvocabulary:

PINING
[noun]
1. a feeling of deep longing, especially for a loved one.
2. prolonged unfulfilled desire or need; to feel a lingering, often nostalgic desire.
3. grieving or mourning.

Etymology: Middle English pinen - to torture, torment, inflict pain, be in pain; Old English pīnian - to torture, derivative of pīn - torture < Late Latin pēna, Latin poena - punishment.
[Emily Balivet]
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Orpheus and Eurydice by Auguste Rodin Album cover of Arcade Fire

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