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spooksier

there will be no confusion

soracities

jasmine flower emoji when? pomegranate emoji when? fig leaf representation WHEN?

stlamb

hair design by 999999999sx

cosmicwriterof21stcentury

I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound or stab us. If the book we're reading doesn't wake us up with a blow to the head, what are we reading for? So that it will make us happy, as you write? Good Lord, we would be happy precisely if we had no books, and the kind of books that make us happy are the kind we could write ourselves if we had to. But we need books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us. That is my belief.

-Franz Kafka

taylepathy

violentwavesofemotion-deactivat

“In March I’ll be rested, caught up and human.”

— Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Aurelia Plath written c. February 1953

smilesbag

richard siken a primer for the small weird loves // holly warburton making amends // holly warburton bobby // holly warburton the red jacket

kylos

Oh, well...whatever happens, happens.

explodingnebulaes

“HOW ANGELS SLEEP. Unsoundly. They toss and turn, trying to understand the mystery of the living. They know so little about what it’s like to fill a new prescription for glasses and suddenly see the world again, with a mixture of disappointment and gratitude … Also, they don’t dream. For this reason, they have one less thing to talk about. In a backward way, when they wake up they feel as if there is something they are forgetting to tell each other. There is disagreement among the angels as to whether this is a result of something vestigial, or whether it is the result of the empathy they feel for the Living, so powerful it sometimes makes them weep. In general, they fall into these two camps on the subject of dreams. Even among the angels, there is the sadness of division.”

— Nicole Krauss (via writeswithafist)