“I feel I have wasted my life … and know far too little for a woman of twenty-seven years … I feel a dizzying pressure under my skin … I want to make a hole in everything and penetrate it deep. I want to reach the heart of the earth. My love lies in there, a place where seedlings turn green and roots meet one another and creation continues even in disintegration. I think it has always been this way—in birth and then in death. I think my body is a temporary form. I want to reach its essence. I want to hang my heart like a ripe fruit on every branch of every tree.”
— Forugh Farrokhzad, in a letter to to Ebrahim Golestān, Behnam Bavandpour, ed., Majmooeh āssāreh Forugh Farrokhzad (Nima Press, 2002).
never trust these hoes with idealized utopia islands and all cute cat villagers. when they aren’t posting pastel screenshots of their island they’re beating the shit out of their unwanted villagers with a net until they move away
Famous Fantastic Mysteries, September 1942 Page 49 Illustration Original Art by Frank R. Paul. Ray Cummings was a featured writer this issue, with his story “A Brand New World”
The description text from the story for this image is written on the backside and reads “The brawn with the knife sprang at Zetta, and she called on her insect guards for help.”
