Go On, Little Dove!

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By the time I moved to New York, I had not prayed for many years. But there was a soft dark place where prayer had been and sometimes my mind wandered into it. Sometimes this place was restful and kind. Sometimes it was not. Sometimes when I went into it, I felt like a little piece of flesh chewed by giant teeth. I felt that everyone was being chewed. To ease my terror, I pictured beautiful cows with liquid eyes eating acres of grass with their great big jaws. I said to myself: don’t be afraid. Everything is meant to be chewed, and also to keep making more flesh to be chewed. All prayer is prayer to the giant teeth. Maybe sometimes there is pity for the chewed thing, and that is what we pray to. Maybe sometimes there is love.

Mary Gaitksill, Veronica (via jarring)

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The shining is barely even a horror movie men just be like that

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There are only four questions of value in life. What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for, and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same: sequined hot-pants.

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this is scarier than any david lynch film

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“It would have been better if I was never born. To have never taken a breath and live.”

The Handmaiden (2016) Dir. Chan-wook Park

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Angola Herald, Indiana, June 19, 1931

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“I felt that thread that had come between us, tugging, tugging at my heart ― so hard, it hurt me. A hundred times I almost rose, almost went in to her; a hundred times I thought, Go to her! Why are you waiting? Go back to her side! But every time, I thought of what would happen if I did. I knew that I couldn’t lie beside her, without wanting to touch her. I couldn’t have felt her breath upon my mouth, without wanting to kiss her. And I couldn’t have kissed her, without wanting to save her.”

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So enough of this terror. We deserve to know light, and grow evermore lighter and lighter.

Joanna Newsom, “Sawdust and Diamonds” (via loonybby)