(as we look)

Life, literature, langour. Currently reading: Dave Eggers' A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius. 

[wordsnquotes]

Seduce me. Write letters to me. And poems, I love poems. Ravish me with your words. Seduce me.

Anne Boleyn (via wordsnquotes)

[aswelook-blog]

“I ask myself, what would you do if you had more time? The lord in his kindness, he gives me more time…” Last track of Hamilton makes me cry every time, but this week, this time - who tells their stories? who tells your story? When my time is up, have I done enough?

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

…my sense of being stalled; my purplish melancholia, headachy lethargy, the predicament of insomnia…insomnia at night & during the day…and, at the same time, a curious impatient indifference to such things. Who cares! And then I wonder, does anything else ever matter?…The imagination is fertile and restless enough, electric-bright, insomnia-bright, but nothing shifts into focus. The process can’t be forced, as I know. And yet I insist upon trying to force it and feel exhausted as a consequence.

Joyce Carol Oates, from a journal entry (via violentwavesofemotion)

[wordsnquotes]

I’m not sure which is worse: intense feeling, or the absence of it.

Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin  (via wordsnquotes)

[badbug]

A witch is just a girl who knows her mind.

Catherynne M. Valente (via girlish-pride)

[wnq-writers]

If you’re wondering about telling someone that thing that’s tearing you apart: do it. It will save you.

saintly-sinner (via wnq-writers)

[aswelook-blog]

stop bath // Kirby Knowlton

most of my regrets         have to do with water, light    filtered through shower curtain, your skin          like yellowed paper. i sat on bathroom                  tiles cold like clammy hands i didn’t want to hold and waited for you. i didn’t think to be embarrassed then.

neither                           of us could sleep that night.        the floorboards creaked and    only now do i feel guilty about sneaking into bed with you.

but that was months ago. in a room         i’ll never see again parts of us have begun to die.

they say that every seven years your body replaces      each cell it has ever known.

soon i will be new again.

some nights in my dorm room i wake up crying and there’s nothing                          humble about it. when moonlight spills across    my bed like ilfosol-3, gets caught in my throat like a soreness,

it isn’t because i miss you. rather, the dark room at my old high school where i used tongs

to move your picture from one chemical bath to another. in a room i’ll never see again your face develops right in front of me.

[wnq-writers]

She couldn’t bring herself to love him. She could never get over the fact that everything is so temporary. Even love. Even him.

classiccupofchai (via wnq-writers)

[wordsnquotes]

I don’t pay attention to the world ending. It has ended for me many times and began again in the morning.

Nayyirah Waheed  (via wordsnquotes)

[wordsnquotes]

Those years weren’t lost. They simply weren’t the way I’d planned them.

Kurt Vonnegut (via wordsnquotes)

[wordsnquotes]

I knew that I was dying. something in me said, go ahead, die, sleep, become as them, accept. then something else in me said, no, save the tiniest bit. it needn’t be much, just a spark. a spark can set a whole forest on fire. just a spark. save it.

Charles Bukowski (via wordsnquotes)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

It was my love that did us both to death.

Sylvia Plath, from Electra On Azalea Path (via violentwavesofemotion)

[wordsnquotes]

She did not want to move, or to speak. She wanted to rest, to lean, to dream. She felt very tired.

Virginia Woolf, The Years (via wordsnquotes)

[aswelook-blog]

started nanowrimo with 3500 words by 11/3 and promptly hit a wall because my life is a wreck and I’m too anxious to function

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I am sorrowful in November.

Anne Sexton, from Hurry Up Please It’s Time (via violentwavesofemotion)

[aswelook-blog]

"Poor Yorick Entertainment" is the name of the fictional independent film company created by James...

Infinite Jest cover art and fan art, you’re welcome

[observando]

There will be little rubs and disappointments everywhere, and we are all apt to expect too much; but then, if one scheme of happiness fails, human nature turns to another; if the first calculation is wrong, we make a second better: we find comfort somewhere.

Jane Austen (via observando)