Once Upon a Midnight Dreary…

[candlestick-butch]

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✷ Art - #pictures at an exhibition

✷ Poetry, literature, quotes - #lincolnshire posy

✷ Reminders, life advice - #petit chien waltz

✷ On creative work - #la follia

✷ On mental illness & suffering - #danse macabre

✷ On connection - #bacchanale

✷ On solitude - #isle of the dead

✷ Music - #record player

✷ Personal - #candlestick diary

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Header painting is by Johannes Rosierse.

[candlestick-butch]

Portugal

[red-cosmicc]

claudia, oil on canvas 11"×14"

[proseify]

My desire to stay away from people is constantly increasing.

[anintimacy]

“The body needs to create too. Beware feeling you’re not good enough to deserve it. Beware feeling you’re too good to need it. Beware all the hatred you’ve stored up inside you, and the locks on your tender places.”

— Audre Lorde, from a letter to Pat Parker featured in Sister Love: The Letters of Audre Lorde & Pat Parker, (via violentwavesofemotion)

[weltenwellen]

Rita Dove, from “Voiceover“

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

““I have always thought that the truth of fiction is more profound, more charged with meaning than everyday reality. Realism […] falls short of reality. It shrinks it, attenuates it, falsifies it, it does not take into account our basic truths and our fundamental obsessions: Love, death, astonishment. It presents man in a reduced and estranged perspective. Truth is in our dreams, in the imagination.”

— Eugène Ionesco, from “Discovering the Theatre” with Leonard C. Pronko, The Tulane Drama Review (vol. 4, no. 1, September 1959)

[anintimacy]

“The wound is symbolic and cannot be reduced to any single interpretation. But wounding seems to be a clue or a key to being human. There is value here as well as agony.”

— Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal? (via luthienne)

[apoemaday]

Their Lonely Betters

by W.H. Auden

As I listened from a beach-chair in the shade To all the noises that my garden made, It seemed to me only proper that words Should be withheld from vegetables and birds.

A robin with no Christian name ran through The Robin-Anthem which was all it knew, And rustling flowers for some third party waited To say which pairs, if any, should get mated.

Not one of them was capable of lying, There was not one which knew that it was dying Or could have with a rhythm or a rhyme Assumed responsibility for time.

Let them leave language to their lonely betters Who count some days and long for certain letters; We, too, make noises when we laugh or weep: Words are for those with promises to keep.

[free-my-mindd]

George Orwell on writing:

[breatheandaffirm]

I hope you know, other people experiencing things before you doesn’t mean they are happier and/or better than you.

[evergreen-violet]

waking up to rain outside >>>>>>>>>

[holycalf]

when fiona apple asked “how can i ask anyone to love me when all i do is beg to be left alone”. well i have not found an answer but if anyone else has lmk

[mimicdog]

“don’t be shy” thanks u cured me

[derangedrhythms]

Because when I read, I don’t really read; I pop a beautiful sentence into my mouth and suck it like a fruit drop, or I sip it like a liqueur until the thought dissolves in me like alcohol, infusing brain and heart and coursing on through the veins to the root of each blood vessel.

Bohumil Hrabal, Too Loud a Solitude, tr. Michael Henry Heim

[putthekettleonlove]

i love it when people are in their thirties that's so sexy of you

[free-my-mindd]