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GO SIT ON A CACTUS. / cuthbert allgood of the dark tower.

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cuthbert allgood from stephen king’s the dark tower series. affiliated & private. est. 2016; written by vee. 

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[ghostember]

items from a forgotten cowboy

[mournfulroses]

Simone de Beauvoir, from a diary entry featured in Diary of a Philosophy Student

[sagewraith]

The way memory is the ringing after a gunshot. The way we try to remember the gunshot but can’t. The way memory gets up after someone has died and starts walking.

Victoria Chang, Obit

[luthienne]

Sara Daniele Rivera, from The Blue Mimes; "January" [ID'd]

[maturiin]

and life can be better

[maturiin]

you can get a print of this now!

[metaphrasis]

“Whether it’s glacier pale or Mediterranean bright, blue is a color with long-standing mystical associations. Perhaps this is because blue is the color of the sky, something we can always see but never reach, or perhaps it’s because, as chemist Heinz Berke points out, early humans “had no access to blue because blue is not what you call an earth color… You don’t find it in the soil.” Blue was elusive, and this made it valuable. […]

As a symbol of unfulfilled longing, the blue flower is poetic, but I find it somewhat lacking, particularly since the bluest thing in our world—the sky—is already untouchable. Unlike a flower, which one can pick, possess, and even ingest, the sky can never be captured, owned, or held. I love flowers, but I do not long for them. We have an intimacy with flowers: we nurture them, pick them, arrange them in our homes. According to many color theorists and general beauty lovers, the appeal of blue is about separation. “We love to contemplate blue, not because it advances to us, but because it draws us after it,” Goethe wrote.”

— Katy Kelleher, “Marian Blue, the Color of Angels, Virgins, and Other Untouchable Things,” The Paris Review

[gorgeousnessss]

[roadmotel]

Franz Wright, The New Jerusalem

[typodescript]

[text: Rilke in one of his letter said Christ / is a painting, / a finger pointing / at something, and we are like dogs / who keep barking and lunging / at the hand.]

[dcschain]

The change from maximally compact inner speech to maximally detailed outer social speech requires what might be called deliberate semantics –– deliberate structuring of the web of meaning.

Thought and Language, Lev Vygotsky (trans. by A. Kozulin). 

High Speech … is a subtle and complex language. Each word has multiple meanings which refer, simultaneously, to ordinary human interaction, to the web that joins the interacting individuals, and to the greater pattern of humanity’s past and future,

The Dark Tower: A Complete Concordance, Robin Furth. 

[mercysought]

❝ Perhaps my lack of education is showing. ❞ for maximaaaaaa

black sails season 2 prompts (accepting)

   “Perhaps your jackass is showing." she says, whispering, exasperated.

The fact that one of the most educated men in the world would say this with a straight face would be jarring if she didn't know him to be a monumental idiot. In a good way, but an idiot all the same. An idiot that made her want to bite his face to get him to stop talking, sort of idiot.

The slip of a girl is hanging from the edge of a rickety branch and she hates every second that she spends there. The red apple wasn't worth the climb, and it certainly wouldn't be worth the fall. Climbing trees? That she could do, though she had done easier with some buildings in the inner city. But not in such finery and not since her father had brought her in.

So she tentatively swings her slippered feet, looking down to Cuthbert right beneath her. He hid it but she could tell his arms were at the ready to catch her.

   “Do not be smart with me sai Cuthbert Allgood" she chimes, leaning forward. The waves of auburn cover her freckled shoulders. She feels the sweat on her hands but she can't tell if that's from the searing summer heat or the heights getting to her "for I know there are very few areas which you are lacking in education."

Biting down on her lip she closes her eyes, looking up to the sky through the leaves for the last time. Summoning any and all strength to give her some bravery. With a soft screech, she finally lets go and allows herself to fall from the branch. Her feet impact the floor in the most inelegant manner, but Maxima pulls herself up, dusting off her dress and finally turning to Cuthbert with a tilt to her head and a hint of a grin.

   “Lest you wish me to tell daddy Allgood about my findings on your lack of education, in which case I'm sure I can regale him with the most wild tales."

[sacred-portal]

[glazedeye-s]

the song of achilles, madeline miller // etiquette, meghan howland // wuthering heights, emily brontë.

[vintage-ukraine]

Panoramic view of Lviv, 1920s

[orpheuslament]

Herakles, Euripides (tr. Tom Sleigh)

[adreciclarte3]

by Antonio E. Ojeda

[burtoo]

The Wellspring - Brendon Burton