when we have each other, we have everything
“The wounded deer dragging its fainting limbs to some untrodden brake, there to gaze upon the arrow which had pierced it, and to die, was but a type of me.”
— Mary Shelley, from Frankenstein
When I reread what I've written, I feel like I'm swallowing my own vomit.
- Clarice Lispector Il Why This World: A Biography of Clarice Lispector
good horror is often deeply sad. Send post
Talia Chetrit (American, b. 1982, Washington DC, USA, based New York, NY, USA) - Plastic/Sock, 2016, Photography
Axe aka California Axe Massacre, aka Lisa, Lisa (1977)
critical perspectives on Wuthering Heights
*from Wuthering Heights: A Case Study in Contemporary Criticism, ed. Linda H. Peterson. now scanned from the book for any english major, gothic lit enjoyer, post-colonial analyst, or intellectual sicko who would like to peruse!
"Your Father Was Emperor of China, and Your Mother an Indian Queen:" Reverse Imperialism in Wuthering Heights by Susan Meyer
Imperialist Nostalgia and Wuthering Heights by Nancy Armstrong
Myths of Power: A Marxist Study on Wuthering Heights by Terry Eagleton
Changing the Names: The Two Catherines by Lyn Pykett
The Absent Mother in Wuthering Heights by Philip K. Wion
Conversation Among Stones, Willie Lin
There is supposed to be a place where no one can reach you. Traditionally, the home, but now we settle for the ocean, the airplane, the summit of a mountain, the middle of a lake, the shower, the womb, the grave
masturbation
upstairs hallway, somonauk, illinois