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'eclipse of the sun,' the first photograph of a solar eclipse. frederick and william langenheim, 1854.
…oh, I don’t know. All I know is that I’ve wasted all these years looking for something, a sort of trophy I’d get only if I really, really did enough to deserve it. But I don’t want it any more, I want something else now, something warm and sheltering, something I can turn to, regardless of what I do, regardless of who I become. Something that will just be there, always, like tomorrow’s sky.
– Kazuo Ishiguro, When We Were Orphans
“Words, words—how they strangle the soul of one!”
— Henry Miller, from a letter to Anaïs Nin, featured in A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller, 1932-1953
I just need to go to prison and just focus on myself
neither..
“In the end, always laugh. And do not lose this strange habit of having faith in life.”
— Daniel C. L. (via convertions)
i think it is good to warn people in advance about the circumstances that will cause you to bite them and i think that having given that warning it is good to follow through when the time comes
i could lie here in your arms for the rest of my life and still wish for more time
People are like “it’s so beautiful no clouds at all” it could use a little clouds if I had to be honest.
the perpetual wish to pocket all the skies my eyes have gathered
Topaz Winters, from Portrait of My Body as a Crime I'm Still Committing; “High Specific Heat”
[Text ID: “When you smiled, the morning blushed pink / & gold. Violent & tender. Horrifying & warm. / My ache left me behind. I thought: okay. / I could get used to this. / & I did. I got used to you. You became a habit / & god knows I can never get rid of habits. / You, who told me I was worthy. / You, full of ink that tasted like wine—you / translucent & dreaming of flight.”]