Rajashri Saphia Singh
@starfiresaphia.bsky.social
Public Health Researcher. Tutor.
$ Do I dare? Do I dare disturb the universe? /
Towards the gelid sun. /
Sun soaked shadow stirrer. $
$ Do I dare? Do I dare disturb the universe? /
Towards the gelid sun. /
Sun soaked shadow stirrer. $
Pinned
your mouth and its flowers— #AMemoryCalledEmpire #ArkadyMartine
I had to invent exceptional circumstances where we found ourselves alone, or at least isolated in the midst of the others, face-to-face, and then, after much agony, I had the exquisite surprise of finding his arms around me. #IWhoHaveNeverKnownMen #JacquelineHarpman
July 6, 2025 at 6:46 PM
I had to invent exceptional circumstances where we found ourselves alone, or at least isolated in the midst of the others, face-to-face, and then, after much agony, I had the exquisite surprise of finding his arms around me. #IWhoHaveNeverKnownMen #JacquelineHarpman
I told myself that I’d abandoned her because I was frigid, as I had been all my life, as I shall be when I die, and so I was unable to hug her warmly, and that my heart was frozen, unfeeling, and that I hadn’t realised that I was desperate. #IWhoHaveNeverKnownMen #JacquelineHarpman
July 6, 2025 at 6:39 PM
I told myself that I’d abandoned her because I was frigid, as I had been all my life, as I shall be when I die, and so I was unable to hug her warmly, and that my heart was frozen, unfeeling, and that I hadn’t realised that I was desperate. #IWhoHaveNeverKnownMen #JacquelineHarpman
How much of our humanity is intrinsic? How much remains, when all else is stripped away? #IWhoHaveNeverKnownMen #JacquelineHarpman
July 6, 2025 at 6:31 PM
How much of our humanity is intrinsic? How much remains, when all else is stripped away? #IWhoHaveNeverKnownMen #JacquelineHarpman
What could be more human than want and desire: the machinations of your body kicking in? (And what a strange thing we are forced to admit desire is, when seen at this distance.) #IWhoHaveNeverKnownMen #JacquelineHarpman
July 6, 2025 at 6:30 PM
What could be more human than want and desire: the machinations of your body kicking in? (And what a strange thing we are forced to admit desire is, when seen at this distance.) #IWhoHaveNeverKnownMen #JacquelineHarpman
Since human beings are experts in wishful thinking and obscuring the truth. #TheBodyKeepsTheScore #BesselvanderKolk
July 6, 2025 at 5:26 PM
Since human beings are experts in wishful thinking and obscuring the truth. #TheBodyKeepsTheScore #BesselvanderKolk
July 6, 2025 at 4:04 PM
He couldn’t find her. #OurShareOfNight #MarianaEnriquez
July 3, 2025 at 5:00 PM
He couldn’t find her. #OurShareOfNight #MarianaEnriquez
Use the voice between your spine and your stomach, tell them to go and they’ll leave. #OurShareOfNight #MarianaEnriquez
July 3, 2025 at 4:55 PM
Use the voice between your spine and your stomach, tell them to go and they’ll leave. #OurShareOfNight #MarianaEnriquez
Her lips sewn shut by someone who wanted to keep them definitively apart. #OurShareOfNight #MarianaEnriquez
July 3, 2025 at 4:49 PM
Her lips sewn shut by someone who wanted to keep them definitively apart. #OurShareOfNight #MarianaEnriquez
With a discipline that was strange for his age. #OurShareOfNight #MarianaEnriquez
July 3, 2025 at 4:44 PM
With a discipline that was strange for his age. #OurShareOfNight #MarianaEnriquez
An inherited condemnation. He tried to feign calm. #OurShareOfNight #MarianaEnriquez
July 3, 2025 at 4:32 PM
An inherited condemnation. He tried to feign calm. #OurShareOfNight #MarianaEnriquez
How many things did he not know how to do for himself? How many had he forgotten, how many had he never learned because she always did them? #OurShareOfNight #MarianaEnriquez
July 3, 2025 at 4:30 PM
How many things did he not know how to do for himself? How many had he forgotten, how many had he never learned because she always did them? #OurShareOfNight #MarianaEnriquez
And all those small acts built up until they became a long and exhausting chain of footprints to erase, eyes to shut, memories to make disappear. #OurShareOfNight #MarianaEnriquez
July 3, 2025 at 4:27 PM
And all those small acts built up until they became a long and exhausting chain of footprints to erase, eyes to shut, memories to make disappear. #OurShareOfNight #MarianaEnriquez
I believe we lose immortality because we have not conquered our opposition to death; we keep insisting on the primary, rudimentary idea: that the whole body should be kept alive. We should seek to preserve only the part that has to do with consciousness. #TheInventionOfMorel #AdolfoBioyCasares
July 3, 2025 at 4:08 PM
I believe we lose immortality because we have not conquered our opposition to death; we keep insisting on the primary, rudimentary idea: that the whole body should be kept alive. We should seek to preserve only the part that has to do with consciousness. #TheInventionOfMorel #AdolfoBioyCasares
But this is different. It does not feel like being bound so much as linked. #BuryOurBonesInTheMidnightSoil #VESchwab
July 2, 2025 at 9:33 AM
But this is different. It does not feel like being bound so much as linked. #BuryOurBonesInTheMidnightSoil #VESchwab
She feels exposed. Not undressed, but unraveled, shot through as well as seen. #BuryOurBonesInTheMidnightSoil #VESchwab
July 2, 2025 at 9:27 AM
She feels exposed. Not undressed, but unraveled, shot through as well as seen. #BuryOurBonesInTheMidnightSoil #VESchwab
We are watered by life, and with its bounty, our roots grow deep, our blooms unmarred by age. In fact, for us, time fortifies, renders us more noble. We are no monster, no mean thing. We are nature’s finest flower. #BuryOurBonesInTheMidnightSoil #VESchwab
July 2, 2025 at 9:20 AM
We are watered by life, and with its bounty, our roots grow deep, our blooms unmarred by age. In fact, for us, time fortifies, renders us more noble. We are no monster, no mean thing. We are nature’s finest flower. #BuryOurBonesInTheMidnightSoil #VESchwab
Bury my bones in the midnight soil, plant them shallow and water them deep. And in my place will grow a feral rose. Soft red petals hiding sharp white teeth. #BuryOurBonesInTheMidnightSoil #VESchwab
July 2, 2025 at 9:13 AM
Bury my bones in the midnight soil, plant them shallow and water them deep. And in my place will grow a feral rose. Soft red petals hiding sharp white teeth. #BuryOurBonesInTheMidnightSoil #VESchwab
And she wonders how long they have been together, to fit like that, wearing space into each other’s bodies. #BuryOurBonesInTheMidnightSoil #VESchwab
July 1, 2025 at 11:03 AM
And she wonders how long they have been together, to fit like that, wearing space into each other’s bodies. #BuryOurBonesInTheMidnightSoil #VESchwab
And no matter how much life she drinks, it does not seem to touch that other thirst, that want for company, and— #BuryOurBonesInTheMidnightSoil #VESchwab
July 1, 2025 at 10:50 AM
And no matter how much life she drinks, it does not seem to touch that other thirst, that want for company, and— #BuryOurBonesInTheMidnightSoil #VESchwab
She is a flame in the dark, and the night is full of moths. #BuryOurBonesInTheMidnightSoil #VESchwab
June 30, 2025 at 6:50 AM
She is a flame in the dark, and the night is full of moths. #BuryOurBonesInTheMidnightSoil #VESchwab
He looks at her, through her, as if she is a common thing. As if he did not worship at her feet the day they met. As if she did not make him bow with want. /
I was meant for more than this, she wants to say. #BuryOurBonesInTheMidnightSoil #VESchwab
I was meant for more than this, she wants to say. #BuryOurBonesInTheMidnightSoil #VESchwab
June 29, 2025 at 7:04 AM
He looks at her, through her, as if she is a common thing. As if he did not worship at her feet the day they met. As if she did not make him bow with want. /
I was meant for more than this, she wants to say. #BuryOurBonesInTheMidnightSoil #VESchwab
I was meant for more than this, she wants to say. #BuryOurBonesInTheMidnightSoil #VESchwab
It is uncanny, how little Sabine changes, and how much. #BuryOurBonesInTheMidnightSoil #VESchwab
June 29, 2025 at 5:26 AM
It is uncanny, how little Sabine changes, and how much. #BuryOurBonesInTheMidnightSoil #VESchwab
To her startling beauty and her cool touch, to the heat it stirs beneath her skin, even to the strange way the world tips when she is near. To her own freedom, the loosening of her restraints, when she is in the woman’s company. #BuryOurBonesInTheMidnightSoil #VESchwab
June 29, 2025 at 5:24 AM
To her startling beauty and her cool touch, to the heat it stirs beneath her skin, even to the strange way the world tips when she is near. To her own freedom, the loosening of her restraints, when she is in the woman’s company. #BuryOurBonesInTheMidnightSoil #VESchwab
She hears him rise, his weight crossing toward her, and for the first time she feels her boldness slip, tells herself it’s just the strange nature of the day, which began in one place and is ending in another. #BuryOurBonesInTheMidnightSoil #VESchwab
June 28, 2025 at 7:52 PM
She hears him rise, his weight crossing toward her, and for the first time she feels her boldness slip, tells herself it’s just the strange nature of the day, which began in one place and is ending in another. #BuryOurBonesInTheMidnightSoil #VESchwab