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L'amore, la morte e il sogno / Love, Death, and the Dream (Detail), 2017. By Roberto Ferri
violints :
‘ OH , THANK YOU. ’ years later & she’s still not sure how to respond to comments on the book. she looks down at the ground , hand anxiously brushing through her hair — nervous habits bubbling to the surface one after the other. spite & a foolhardy wish to heal had fueled her writing , but now that it is done , the memory that hundreds of strangers know every detail of her past is — well , it’s a lot to deal with. her feelings on that shift from day to day , but it’s always a lot. ‘ yeah , i guess an autobiography’s probably the easiest thing to write well — i don’t think i could ever write a real novel or anything , y’know? ’
𝒏𝒐𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 like a wiseman to wisdom , he observes her . . . discomfort , he believes ? or perhaps just humility ? to his compliment , perhaps baffled by the shuffling movements but lacking the care to comment . “ well , it still requires the ambition and skill of writing , i suppose , just none of the story elements , “ he pauses , teeth biting his lip . “ it sounds very dehumanizing when you put it that way , doesn’t it ? mocking your work was no intention of mine . “
I sit before flowers hoping they will train me in the art of opening up I stand on mountain tops believing that avalanches will teach me to let go I know nothing but I am here to learn.
Shane Koyczan (via lazypacific)
if i approach INFINITY , then you can be my LIMITATIONS ━
rapturefell :
MERELY A CURSE, A NUISANCE, A FOREIGN RING IN THE EARS, A NASTY SORT OF NOISE. his company information may be in shambles, but such a front is easy to rebuild. his reach spreads deep into the earth, insidious roots like a weed: forever growing, stretching towards the sun with tendrils burning.
the god adjusts his cuffs coolly and tourmaline gaze falls upon advancing pest. ❝ have you had your fun, yet? your deeds have hardly scratched the surface of my mark on this earth. if you want my attention so BADLY, you’d best die soon. my undivided attention will grace your funeral, at least. ❞
" 𝒂𝒘 , " he tilts his head in adoration , a mother smiling down upon child — “ you’d go to my funeral ? would you speak if i asked you to ? “ an electricity sits just beneath the dermis , crackling , audible in complete silence . he nears , chest to chest , an intimacy seen in lovers’ films , tragic couple standing in the rain . he wonders if he should plant a kiss upon sid’s cheek . “ how long has it been since someone scratched your surface ? does it sting ? “
We are as gods and might as well get good at it.
Stewart Brand (via eyeamthat)
Am I being eaten, or eating? Who can say, really?
Tiana Clark, from “Cottonmouth,” I Can’t Talk About the Trees Without the Blood (via lifeinpoetry)
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