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[metamorphesque]

“Please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving.”

— For M, Mikko Harvey

[laurapetrie]

“She demands a great deal from life; she reads, dreams of love —always of love.”

— Ivan Turgenev, A Correspondence (1855)

[laurapetrie]

“She’s a star-gazer, a dreamy, sensitive soul. She’s a nymph taking refuge in her illusions. She wanders about in a garden, this sweet fanciful girl.”

— Victor Hugo, Les Misérables (1862)

[laurapetrie]

“She was passionately romantic. She spun more and more fantastic daydreams until her longing for love became an obsession.”

— Nancy Mitford, The Pursuit of Love (1945)

[fairydrowning]

"I don't think people love me. They love versions of me I have spun for them, versions of me they have construed in their minds. The easy versions of me, the easy parts of me to love."

– Via "avvfvl" on Tumblr

[araekniarchive]

what’s in a name?

Jeanette Winterson, Lighthousekeeping

Catherynne M. Valente, The Girl Who Soared Over Fairyland and Cut the Moon in Two

Charles Wright, The Fever Toy

Marty Rubin

Neil Gaiman, Coraline

Carmen Maria Machado, In the Dream House

Jean Baudrillard, Cool Memories

Jerry Spinelli, Stargirl

A. L. Kitselman

Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief

Jerry Spinelli, Stargirl

Jeanette Winterson, Oranges Are Not The Only Fruit

@riverisnotcool, Call Me By My Name

Elie Weisel, The Gates of the Forest

Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale

[soracities]

Alain de Botton, Essays in Love [transcript in ALT]

[inkskinned]

pronounce my name like a firework; undo me in a rainburst, unzip my cloud skin. i’ll pour onto your floor. hold me like earth, open up your hands to me, let me find all of your dandelion secrets and i’ll take their teeth out of your veins. we can make each other spring even in the winter.

r.i.d (via inkskinned)

[inkskinned]

how casually you haunt me

[inkskinned]

come down moon, i need a friend, and of this whole world, you are the only one i understand

[cozyafternoon]

The Wind Rises (2013)

[ruhlare-deactivated20220822]

[altruisticwriter]

-William Wordsworth

[metamorphesque]

— Dear [ ], Nick Lantz (bio)

[text ID: I hid your name in a poem. / I hid your name in my mouth. / I hid your name in plain sight.]

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

I made myself soft as the sky. / I loved so open / I knew every edge / and chose to fall from each of them

Kolbe Riney, from “voyager,” Up the Staircase Quarterly (no. 57)

[deviika]

Albert Camus

[valtsv]

*slowly removes my heart-shaped sunglasses* i beg your fucking pardon