hello morning,

･ﾟ: * 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗼𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝘂𝗽 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽.

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— Margaret Atwood, from “The Blind Assassin.”

[metamorphesque]

Missed Time, Ha Jin

[proustiansleep]

“Where does it come from, the thread that ties us together? Who spun it? What is it composed of, what is its matter? I have half a mind to unpick myself, to find the source; but I won’t.”

— Becca De La Rosa, “Letter from Juniper”

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“Today is the winter solstice. The planet tilts just so to its star, lists and holds circling in a fixed tension between veering and longing, and spins helpless, exalted, in and out of that fleet blazing touch. […] I won’t see this year again, not again so innocent; and longing wrapped round my throat like a scarf.”

— Annie Dillard, from Pilgrim at Tinker Creek (Harper’s, 1974)

[feral-ballad]

Forugh Farrokhzad, tr. by Sholeh Wolpé, from Sin: Selected Poems of Forugh Farrokhzad; “On Loving”

[Text ID: "I'm so filled with you / I want to run through meadows, / bash my head against mountain rocks, / give myself to ocean waves. / I'm so filled with you / I want to crumble into myself like a speck of dust, / to gently lay my head at your feet, / cling fast to your weightless shadow."]

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“There are winter mornings when the cold without only adds to the warm within,”

— Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Austin Dickinson wr. c. December 1852

[olreid]

shirley jackson, we have always lived in the castle

[catilinas]

Laura Scott, So Many Rooms

[yngwrthr]

“Master Hegel taught: Everything that exists only exists because it also does not exist, that is to say because it comes into being and disappears. Becoming entails being and not being, as does disappearing. Becoming changes into disappearing and disappearing into becoming. The disappearing thing becomes another thing, in the becoming thing another disappears. So there is no tranquility in things, nor in their observers. Even when speaking, you, the speaker, are changing, and what you speak about is also changing. But if there is also something old in every new thing, we can still speak well enough about new and old things. Those who apply the Great Method properly do not speak unclearly but more clearly. Master Hegel said: Things are occurrences. Conditions are processes. Events are transitions.”

— Bertolt Brecht, “Me-ti”

[ryebreadgf]

[februarv]

sweetest baby angel light of my life deserves nothing but happiness

[februarv]

Hiii💓 how are you? I read your last fic on ao3 again and how beautiful was that? I badly want a honeymoon chapter lmao jk jk (unless?) Hope you are eating healthy and slaying school <3

HII i’m SOO happy you liked that fic. wow i want a honeymoon chapter too unfortunately all my writing sounds like garbage rn okay let’s just imagine them getting married and writing their own vows and then the honeymoon is in paris and it’s perfect and they live happily ever after together <3 lol i really do miss them tho. i hope you’re eating healthy and slaying school too. i’ve been kinda dying with school but... hopefully things calm down soon, i had to help my family move last year at the beginning of classes which was… crazy and like 2022 overall was a blur. we will own 2023 tho

[februarv]

Take all the time you need to write I also imagine you writing about a truth or dare ficlet in which they get worked up more and more and ends up in something between them (maybe they're friends or in a secret relationship) from the time I read that chapter from come in with the rain haha I'm so happy you liked the prompt! 💌💓🥺

not sure if this is same anon from the last prompt but omg have you Read My Mind ??! truth or dare definitely a top tier scene in fics it always delivers and especially w the added pressure of their friends being there. i would def make this like they’ve been friends since they were younger because i also like silent pining

[februarv]

Ah omg ok what if it's this very cliché scenario😩 of sobbe hanging out at a bar or party and some random guy tries to hit on Robbe or dance with him or someone a little too eager 🙄 and it is happening so fast when Sander is not around for some time (whatever reason) and he comes back like that's my boyfriend 🙂<3 or however you see something like this play out and then some close dancing banter kissing 😚😚etc sksjsk (also you can totally post your fic without this ask sjjsjs the prompt is for you so💞)

sorry i just Had to post this ask because yes 100% perfect scenario 10/10 we love protective sander and shutting down anyone who goes near robbe etc. i think this ask is literally from a year ago but yes i’m still in love w it. thank you for the prompt i love love love prompts (even though i scrap everything i write now ahha 😃)

[februarv]

hi bestie just wanted to say i wasrereading your fics all last week because ~winter vibes~ and i was feeling nostalgic and missing the wtfock days (irony) still silently hoping you’ll drop another one shot someday lol (???) i hope everything’s good, miss u <33

omg... hi and thank you for sending me this c: this is so funny and sweet bc i was lowkey thinking about sobbe the other day and was in the mood to read fics (miss those days when 5+ new ones showed up each day ughh) i don't wanna get your hopes up heheh i don't think i'll be writing more of them :'( though it's so easy to imagine them in any & every au situation!!

[soracities]

But the paradox of love is perhaps the same as that of art, which Jeanette Winterson so elegantly termed “the paradox of active surrender” — in order for either to transform us, we must let it turn us over and inside-out. That is what Rilke called love’s great exacting claim, and in that claim lies its ultimate reward.

Maria Popova, “Kafka’s Beautiful and Heartbreaking Love Letters” (via soracities)

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— Peanut Butter, Eileen Myles, from 'I Must Be Living Twice, New & Selected Poems 1975 - 2014'