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“Waking up from a dream can be a nightmare. We cannot stop thinking about the things that were destroyed, the people who vanished, the arms that tried to hold on to a shadow. What was real rapidly becomes befogged in the uncertainty of memory. Time was stolen too quickly and one feels bewildered to see it resume its normal pace, indifferent to the lives it drowned. And life is a long, eerie dream.”
— Henri Peña-Ruiz, Le Roman du Monde : Légendes Philosophiques
The intellect lingers, this too is erotic—the anticipation of the pleasure of making sense.
Lyn Hejinian
Ada Limón, from “The Great Blue Heron Of Dunbar Road”, Bright Dead Things
You, my soul doubling, the best terror I’ve known.
— Traci Brimhall, from “Arctic Lullaby,” Come the Slumberless To the Land of Nod (via lifeinpoetry)
Sardines brooch by Hattie Carnegie (1880-1956)
“It’s like a car that you park in the projects,” she says of her body, “you don’t leave anything valuable in it ’cause you can’t keep it from being broken into.”
on Virginie Despentes’ Baise-Moi (via bergmans-ghost)
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The weather all through January has been exceedingly cold — I can’t help feeling that there is some connection between this bitter cold and my own sufferings.
Anna Kavan, from Asylum Piece (via wishbzne)
Today I won’t yell, I won’t cry, I won’t clench up into a ball like I am waiting for a blow to level me. I will enjoy today.
Gillian Flynn, from Dark Places (via wishbzne)
I tell you this truth though it grieves me.
Anne Carson, from The Beauty of the Husband (via wishbzne)
Where did love begin? What human being looked at another and saw in their face the forests and the sea?
Jeanette Winterson, from Lighthousekeeping (via wishbzne)
you’re no-one’s metaphor,
Margaret Atwood, from Landcrab II (via wishbzne)
Run, simple flower, away from my need to know anything at all, everything would be better.
Bob Hicok, from You Name This One (via wishbzne)
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Encyclopedia Britannica, Flowers at Work, 1956
