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Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
“You write the beginning and then you go back and rewrite the beginning, and you never got off page one. It’s kind of a syndrome, and I have a rash piece of advice which is — Go on, page two, page three, and never look back. Get something finished, no matter how lousy it is. […] Perfectionists cannot get going unless they kind of do violence to their own instincts, and just blast ahead.”
— Ursula K. Le Guin, The Last Interview and Other Conversations
Back at the beautiful greenhouse, check out this string of pearls!!
The best chapter of your life is waiting on you to let this go. It’s safe to let it end. It’s time.
helenanas
I do miss being young and feeling compelled to stay up out of enchantment. Be awake so I could witness the world in its intimate dark blue hours. See the stoplights flicker in performance for no one. Feel that miserable pang of loneliness and reverie, unabashed at the minutes that would tick by. Prop my window up and listen to the trees steeping in their shadows. It wasn't a question of how I'd make it through the next day on so little sleep. Of course I would, and even feel the romance of a secret for it. Now I am older and more loyal in my sleep, both in contented fulfillment or overwhelm. I'm so much more aware of the time that passes; even fear seeing the single digits of morning, who used to be infrequent friends. I don't miss how desperate those nights would sometimes feel, but I do miss the freedom, the spark, of staying up late to do nothing with the world.
The Trouble with Being Born, E. M. Cioran (translated by Richard Howard)
— Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks 1964-1980 (via lunamonchtuna)
it’ll be fine I just have to be a shaking terrified animal about it
I want to get wine drunk and kiss really really slowly
A Burst of Light, Audre Lorde