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When I kissed your inner thigh, you gasped like you’d never been touched by someone who meant it. And I did. I do. Every kiss is a vow. Every moan I pull from your lips is proof I’m doing something right in this cursed world.
Virginia Woolf, The Waves originally published: 1931
Zinaida Nikolaevna Gippius, from The Selected Works; “Memoirs of Martynov,”
yeah im still thinking about the minotaur sorry but just . imagine youre born wrong. imagine your entire existence is a punishment from the gods. for something you had no control over. imagine your mother holds nothing but contempt for you. she wont even look at you, not really, & she keeps crying & you keep crying & reaching towards her with your little arms & someone drags you away from her. & they keep you hidden & alone & a stranger comes & builds an impenetrable prison around you so youre doomed to forever haunt these endless corridors & youve never known kindness or companionship or love. & when they call you a monster. well. you believe them
babe you reblogged orpheuslament minotaur post 23 times are you okay
I'm not sure if this is referencing The House of Asterion by Jorge Luis Borges, but regardless it's a very short story that's well worth the few minutes to read. (And if you're a fellow Susanna Clarke fan, you'll recognize how it inspired Piranesi—I originally discovered it from one of her interviews!)
Oh, this story is so cool (and very short indeed), and the inspiration is very clear
Amusing Ourselves to Death by Neil Postman, 1985.
truly some people have no genre savviness whatsoever. A girl came back from the dead the other day and fresh out of the grave she laughed and laughed and lay down on the grass nearby to watch the sky, dirt still under her nails. I asked her if she’s sad about anything and she asked me why she should be. I asked her if she’s perhaps worried she’s a shadow of who she used to be and she said that if she is a shadow she is a joyous one, and anyway whoever she was she is her, now, and that’s enough. I inquired about revenge, about unfinished business, about what had filled her with the incessant need to claw her way out from beneath but she just said she’s here to live. I told her about ghosts, about zombies, tried to explain to her how her options lie between horror and tragedy but she just said if those are the stories meant for her then she’ll make another one. I said “isn’t it terribly lonely how in your triumph over death nobody was here to greet you?” and she just looked at me funny and said “what do you mean? The whole world was here, waiting”. Some people, I tell you.
Mary Oliver, from “Summer Morning”, Red Bird
Waiting - Marya Hornbachar
May Sarton, The House by the Sea
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Patrick Dundon, from "Gratitude"
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i don't know what else to tell you except to be brave and to be kind. take it day by day. go outside and watch the clouds paint the sky. call a friend.
we are still here, and furious. you are still here, and that matters. you can still do and make and be something important. i promise. stay alive. it matters, and you matter. i know it is easy to succumb to anxiety and exhaustion and defeat.
communities can start with tiny ideas. google "dnd meeting near me" or whatever your interest might be. google "volunteering near me." google "support groups near me." start journalling. start a discord. start a book club.
when you close your eyes and hear hamlet, answer his prayer: it's better still to be.
ugh why must I be always so repulsed by my own vulnerability but I find it very moving and impressive if other people are vulnerable with me????
Brené Brown, Daring Greatly
the overwhelming feeling of sadness sometimes when someone treats me with kindness
Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous