I am a love bite on the neck, I am the ripping out of a throat. I am the swaying of hips to the music. I am the hearty laugh, the drunken tears. I am madness, I am ecstasy. I am pleasure, I am pain. I am the stitching of a wound, the rage of a bull. I am comedy, I am tragedy.
“He is life’s liberating force. He is release of limbs and communion through dance. He is laughter, and music in flutes. He is ropes from all cares – he is sleep! When his blood bursts from the grape and flows across tables laid in his honor to fuse with our blood, he gently, gradually, wraps us in shadows of ivy-cool sleep.” — Euripides, The Bacchae
male nude - gustav klimt (1880) // 9x01 // the dying gladiator - pierre julian (1799) // patroclus - jacques-louis david (1780) // 9x03 // male back with flag - michelangelo (1504)
“Between the late sun, thief of / shadows, and the morning sun, for whom the river would not part. I would say fall on us, / green mountains. I would say cover us, green hills.”
— Gina Franco, from “Our Mother of Rivers Is Made Our Perpetual Hanging Garden,” The Accidental
“do you feel it?
the swelling of music, the swimming of stars
adrenaline thrumming in my bones, bleeding the air of life
the way love lights us on fire, the kind lit from within.
do you feel the way my heart beats against your fingertips as you kissed the moonlight, as i soared through the clouds
how we rose to the center of the universe and felt the answers to all we ever asked?
do you feel it?
the way my breath hitches in-between stolen moments of life and laughter, when you shine as bright as the sun.
don’t you feel your bones give out when you realize-
this is it.
this is what peace like, and it feels just like winter’s kiss.”
