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Hello!!! I'm 25yo. Sometimes I write, sometimes I don't.

[callieiswriting]

"'If you're such a good thief, then why haven't you stolen me yet?' The words tore themselves from him and Icarus didn't know." - Icarus

[thisfeebleheart]

I have only been in love with one person. Same here. Only one.

[callieiswriting]

Heyy

So. I’ve been reading about magical realism lately and kinda creating a list of books and movies I should read/watch. Do you guys have any recommendations? It can be in any language.

(What are your thoughts on magical realism? Do you like it?)

Thank u

[sloanegabe]

SHANE & ILYA + parallels

[callieiswriting]

Dios mio..

[callieiswriting]

Sleep feels like a risk, an invitation for dreams to slide fingers dipped in viscid tar into his ears and scream into his paralyzed face. - Hazelthorn

[callieiswriting]

He is gasoline poured into Evander's open mouth of flame, and the worst part is how he likes the taste. - Hazelthorn

[callieiswriting]

Okay… I don’t have a clue how to put my thoughts and feelings on paper when it comes to books in general, but it gets worse (much worse) when I try to write reviews of this type of book: visceral. And I call it visceral not just because of its descriptions, or the bodily, psychological, and imaginative horror, but because of the way the feelings are experienced, conveyed, and read. It felt as though I were there, lying beside them on the dirt and grass, breathing spores, chewing flowers and musk, unable to move (or perhaps unwilling to).

The use of the garden, the plants, and the construction of reality within the story are so vivid that it’s impossible not to see yourself trapped inside the nightmare, feeling the sadness and devastation, slowly being covered by melancholy and wrath as the book goes on. And oh my God!!!! what can I even say about Laurie’s and Evander’s relationship? The way it develops and evolves as secrets surface and memories begin to see the sunlight little by little… The nuances of their emotions; the drama, the tenderness, the pain that bleeds between them; their obscure and beautiful existence within the garden; and the way everything is bound together by a million roots, branches, and poisonous, mortal, horribly marvelous flowers.

[callieiswriting]

Still here, thinking of hazelthorn, of soil and mushrooms, of poisonous flowers and visceral feelings, of the neglect of things that are different and wild, and of blood-fed greed.

[callieiswriting]

Although this feels less like a decision driven by mutiny and more an animal instinct to go to ground, to burrow, to slip out of this skin and into another so he doesn't have to face truths hounding his heels. - Hazelthorn.

[callieiswriting]

When he fractures, it is in a place so deep inside himself that he cannot begin to collect the shattered pieces. He is kneeling there, terror unraveling in bloody ribbons from his mouth, his body a locked tomb. - Hazelthorn.

[callieiswriting]

He knows what is to be buried alive, the feeling of dirt in his mouth and the quiet fitting around him like a well-tailored grave. - Hazelthorn.

[callieiswriting]

Just finished reading Hazelthorn and since it's January first and I'm always keen to share my thoughts around this time, I'm planning to puke a full text about my feelings sometime next week (? Maybe tomorrow, actually). For now, I’m choosing to post my favorite quotes from, the book.

[vincent-van-gtg]

[fitnessdesire]

Can’t risk it

[laderdesders1]

The duck of creativity. I waited so long for it.

[dark-lord-lumi]

It appears I must do this

[transangelicism]

regarding the röttgen pietà, elle emerson

[boykeats]

[ID: poem text reading,

"No one is watching. So why does it have to be beautiful? You, in pain, are no closer to god than You, in the drive thru or You, checking your email or You, holding your own hand."

/end ID]

[theerraticace]

Please reblog if you think that “they/them/theirs” is a valid set of pronouns.

[possums-against-cops]

this post must be reblogged by everyone

[diasdelfuego]

language is literally so beautiful like in english "i miss you" comes from being unable to locate someone in the field after battle, it's "i look for you but i can't find you" but the french "tu me manques" is also about absence but it's not something i do, it's something that happens to me, as in "you are something essential lacking inside me", in portuguese it's either "sinto a tua falta" as in "i feel your absence" or, from solitude you get "saudade de você" as in "i am lonely [of] you", and in spanish the word comes from stranger and it's something one does, "te extraño" as in "i am making a stranger out of you", and, and, and

[pointnclick]

snoopy will soon be canonized as a saint