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— Hanif Kureishi, Intimacy and Midnight All Day: A Novel and Stories (via agooduniverse)
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“Soon we will be strangers. No, we can never be that. Hurting someone is an act of reluctant intimacy. We will be dangerous acquaintances with a history.”
— Hanif Kureishi, Intimacy and Midnight All Day: A Novel and Stories (via agooduniverse)
Hot Dog: Regular Fellows Monthly, November 1922
“Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.”
— Richard Siken, excerpt of Little Beast
So... How is your wife?
Hopefully, dead.
How they’d loved to cut themselves on each other, taste their own blood. We are ruinous together, she thinks. But how else can we live, these days, except in the midst of ruin?
Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin (via elfmaidens)
—elisabeth hewer, from “love letters from helen of troy” (x)
ONE TIME I WAS ATTENDING A BALL AT A FAE COURT AND EVERYONR WAS WEARING BALLGOWNS MADE OF WINTER AND SORROW AND SHIT LIKE THAT BUT THEN I SAW A FAE LORD WEARING A TACKY 90S WINDBREAKER AND SPATS AND I KNEW WE WOULD BE FRIENDS
HE CORDIALLY INTRODUCED ME TO A HIGH RANKING MEMBER OF THE AUTUMN COURT AS A DISTRACTION SO HE COULD STAB THEM
― caitlyn siehl
ONE TIME I WAS ATTENDING A BALL AT A FAE COURT AND EVERYONR WAS WEARING BALLGOWNS MADE OF WINTER AND SORROW AND SHIT LIKE THAT BUT THEN I SAW A FAE LORD WEARING A TACKY 90S WINDBREAKER AND SPATS AND I KNEW WE WOULD BE FRIENDS
HE CORDIALLY INTRODUCED ME TO A HIGH RANKING MEMBER OF THE AUTUMN COURT AS A DISTRACTION SO HE COULD STAB THEM
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A knife?? are you flirting with me?!
“Birth of Crows”
The raven is hungry for my bloody head; that eager bird thirsts for my unseeing eyes. You know, if the raven pulls the eyes from my head, that carrion-bird repays me badly for the feasts I fed him.
The last words of Eirek Ragnarsson, from The Saga of Ragnar Loðbrók (tr. Jackson Crawford)
A GUIDE FOR YOUNG LADIES ENTERING THE SERVICE OF THE FAIRIES, by Rosamund Hodge
I.
This is the lie they will use to break you: no one else has ever loved this way before.
II.
Choose wisely which court you serve. Light or Dark, Summer or Winter, Seelie or Unseelie: they have many names, but the pith of the choice is this: a poisoned flower or a knife in the dark?
(The difference is less and more than you might think.)
Of course, this is only if you go to them for the granting of a wish: to save your father, sister, lover, dearest friend. If you go to get someone back from them, or—most foolish of all—because you fell in love with one of them, you will have no choice at all. You must go to the ones that chose you.
III.
Be kind to the creature that guards your door. Do not mock its broken, bleeding face.
It will never help you in return. But I assure you, someday you will be glad to know that you were kind to something once.
IV.
Do not be surprised how many other mortal girls are there within the halls. The world is full of wishing and of wanting, and the fairies love to play with human hearts.
You will meet all kinds: the terrified ones, who used all their courage just getting there. The hopeful ones, who think that love or cleverness is enough to get them home. The angry ones, who see only one way out. The cold ones, who are already half-fairy.
I would tell you, Do not try to make friends with any of them, but you will anyway.
V.
Sooner or later (if you serve well, if you do not open the forbidden door and let the monster eat you), they will tell you about the game.
Summer battles Winter, Light battles Dark. This is the law of the world. And on the chessboard of the fairies, White battles Black.
In the glory of this battle, the pieces that are brave and strong may win their heart’s desire.
VI.
You already have forgotten how the mortal sun felt upon your face. You already know the bargain that brought you here was a lie.
If you came to save your sick mother, you fear she is dead already. If you came to free your captive sister, your fear she will be sent to Hell for the next tithe. If you came for love of an elf-knight, you are broken with wanting him, and yet he does not seem to know you.
Say yes.
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“I love you.”
“That’s- probably a mistake.”
“Yeah. But I don’t care about that. I care about you. So how do we fix this?”
The kindling of our dreams has just gone up in flames, my love, in the fireplace of our life. Let us not be deceived by hope, because it betrays, or by love, because it grows weary, or by life, because it satiates but does not sate, or even by death, because it brings more than you want and less than you expect.
from The Book of Disquiet: The Complete Edition, Fernando Pessoa.
first phase, August 1913, In the Forest of Alienation.