Study.

Inspo + Motivation

[birdblinder]

The will to uncover all truth, that is the core of my being.

[macrolit]

The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.

William Butler Yeats (b. 13 June 1865)

[garadinervi]

Octavia E. Butler, Notes on writing, (‘Tell stories filled with facts…’), ca. 1970-1995 [The Huntington Library, Art Collections, and Botanical Gardens, San Marino, CA. © Estate of Octavia E. Butler]

[89words]

“Something is always born of excess: great art was born of great terror, great loneliness, great inhibitions, instabilities, and it always balances them.”

— Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anais Nin, Vol. 4: 1944-1947

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I miss you. I wonder if you are aware of it. I miss your lips; their taste of storm.

Rainer Maria Rilke, from a letter Lou von Salomé written c. March 1912  (via 89words)

[mysterieuxclairdelune]

{Juansen Dizon, I Am The Architect of My Own Destruction page 24/ Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 6: 1955-1966/ Alice Hoffman, The Red Garden/ Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 5: 1947-1955/ Haruki Murakami: Norwegian Wood, page 276/ Michael Ondaatje/ Catherynne M. Valente, The Orphan's Tales: In the Night Garden/ D.H. Lawrence, from The Complete Works; The Plumbed Serpent/ Jean-Paul Sartre, from No Exit/ Alice Notley, from In The Pines: Poems; "In The Pines,"}

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— Aldous Huxley, from “Brave New World.”

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“They call you heartless; but you have a heart and I love you for being ashamed to show it.”

-Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus spoke Zarathustra

“I’m quite chocked with tenderness for you, my love , it makes me a bit pathetic to love you so much.”

-Simone de Beauvoir, letters to Sartre

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— Hozier, In The Woods Somewhere

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

Even the gaps between sunlight makes me miss the person I love

@silenziobruno

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

Sometimes we also love people because they forgive us for something completely unforgivable not because they know you are guilty but because they understand you are a human too and we make mistakes the imperfections we carry makes us the person we are and being loved regardless of everything is truest form of intimacy

[fairydrowning]

– Virginia Woolf, from a Letter to Violet Dickinson written c. January 1909

[TEXT ID: "I appreciate your concern. None of this is your fault. It's me. It's me and my head. / In winter, I collapse." END ID]

[fairydrowning]

"The language of flowers and silent things."

– Charles Baudelaire, from Elevation; Fleurs Du Mal (tr. by William Aggeler), 1857

[fairydrowning]

"The language of the unsaid."

– The Glass Essay, Anne Carson

[theoptia]

Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980; February 17th, 1970

Text ID: I don't feel guilt at being unsociable, though I may sometimes regret it because my loneliness is painful. But when I move into the world, it feels like a moral fall—like seeking love in a whorehouse.

[metamorphesque]

on winter and longing

Sarah Kay, Natalie Diaz, Craig Keenan, Clarice Lispector, Mahmoud Darwish, Brittany Cossette, Franz Kafka, Edvard Munch, Richard Siken, Haruki Murakami, Holly Warburton, Mahmoud Darwish

buy me a coffee

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

"If you must die sweetheart, die knowing your life was my life's best part."

– Keaton Henson

[soracities]

e.e. cummings, from ‘to stand(alone) in some’ (in 95 Poems), Complete Poems: 1904-1962

[Text ID: “ to stand(alone)in some autumnal afternoon: breathing a fatal stillness;”]

[metamorphesque]

musings on hands

studio ghibli films, natalie diaz, pedro salinas (@feral-ballad), hélène cixous, james baldwin

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