DOOM

You’ll never figure me out

[caseydoom]

Space is fake

[kosmogrl]

[ivynightshade]

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am an observer, but not by choice.’

[text id: my fist has always been clenched around the handle of an invisible suitcase. / i am always ready to leave. / there is not a single room in this world where i belong.]

[scorpionlafemme]

[poetrydystopian]

[pr0ceeding]

—Franz Kafka in Kafka’s Selected Stories: A Norton Critical Edition

[caseydoom]

Haven’t posted in about 3 years on here. Hi everyone

[mournfulroses]

Franz Kafka, from a letter to Felice Bauer written in 1913, featured in Letters To Felice

[escuerzoresucitado]

[quotespile]

“What matters is not how well you can avoid trouble, but how you cope with trouble when it comes.”

— Paul Auster, The Book of Illusions

[asoftepiloguemylove]

BUT I WAS LITTLE TOO // ON THE FAILURE OF FATHERS

Michael Wasson This Dusk In A Mouth Full of Prayer // Ocean Vuong Someday I'll Love Ocean Vuong // Aftersun (2022) dir. Charlotte Wells // Mitski A Burning Hill // Franz Kafka Letter to His Father // Disco Elysium (2019) cr. ZA/UM // Sharon Olds I Wanted to Be There When My Father Died // Daniel Lavery & Cecillia Corrigan FROM THE MAKERS OF "TWO-MOM ENERGY DRINK," IT'S "LET YOUR FATHER DIE" ENERGY DRINK // pinterest // pinterest // @inkskinned Red Blood, Black Ink // Arcade Fire Windowsill

[bordeliterario]

[weltenwellen]

Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke’s Book of Hours

[weltenwellen]

May Sarton, Journal of a Solitude

[acknowledgetheabsurd]

“Don’t be afraid, my darling. Luckily, life still loves me enough to never abandon me, and the fact that I even complain about it and revolt against this boredom that is winning me over and this desert where I am struggling is proof of this. What would I have to ask her if I didn’t feel her value in me, her echo near or far? And then… those who are born alive, die alive and I even wonder to what extent life does not go beyond their existence… but where am I going? Forgive me, my love; I am going astray. I just wanted to assure you of something that you never doubted; even at the moments when I feel the deadest soul, a thousand embers are there that fizzle in silence and that all the ice in the world would not reach. These thousand embers, I reserve them all for you. They are waiting for you, as well as the ashes - alas.”

— Maria Casarès to Albert Camus, Correspondance, February 2, 1950 [#165]

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[escuerzoresucitado]

[texaschainsawmascara]

The Thing Is - Ellen Bass / The Unpublished Poems of E.E. Cummings / Birthday - Andrea Gibson