writing inspo

[lifeinpoetry]

I crash like a bombed-out calamity / I am no good for anyone

— Sandra Simonds, from Atopia (via lifeinpoetry)

[xshayarsha]

That if you return somewhere often enough it becomes infused with your energy; that the past never leaves us; that there’s always atmosphere to consider; that you can wound air as cleanly as you can wound flesh.

Carmen María Machado, from In the Dream House. (via xshayarsha)

[luthienne]

…art has always had a balancing effect on your mind; it is a reminder that you are more than a body and its accompanying grief.

Carmen Maria Machado, In the Dream House (via luthienne)

[bookaholic-problems]

There are no bargains between lion and men. I will kill you and eat you raw

Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

(via bookaholic-problems)

[nondualreality]

I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.

Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles (via nondualreality)

[geminalie]

Achilles weeps. He cradles me, and will not eat, nor speak a word other than my name. I see his face as if through water, as a fish sees the sun. His tears fall, but I cannot wipe them away. This is my element now, the half-life of the unburied spirit.

The Song of Achilles, Madeline Miller (via geminalie)

[yabookquote]

He is a weapon, a killer. Do not forget it. You can use a spear as a walking stick, but that will not change its nature.

Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles (via yabookquote)

[kingagamemnon]

The Song of Achilles, Madeline Miller

[m-l-rio]

All I do is observe and take notes, trying to put things down in ways that are as powerful, as simple, and as direct as I feel them. I can never do that. I keep trying, but I can’t. I’m not good enough as a writer or poet or whatever it is I need to be. I don’t know what to do about that. It drives me frantic sometimes. I’m getting better, but so slowly.

Octavia E. Butler, Parable of the Sower (via m-l-rio)

[tartts]

Minimalist Deathless quote headers!!!

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[echthr0s]

Oh, I will be cruel to you, Marya Morevna. It will stop your breath, how cruel I can be. But you understand, don’t you? You are clever enough. I am a demanding creature. I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable. But I am your servant. When you starve I will feed you; when you are sick I will tend you. I crawl at your feet; for before your love, your kisses, I am debased. For you alone I will be weak.

koschei, deathless (via aynrandslashfiction)

[anenlighteningellipsis]

The want survived any fight… It was wolf, tenacious. She could not remember, now, ever having felt happy or sad. Only hungry. Only empty, and greedy, and insatiable.

Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless (via anenlighteningellipsis)

[orrphelia]

“Even broken in spirit as he is, no one can feel more deeply than he does the beauties of nature. The starry sky, the sea, and every sight afforded by these wonderful regions, seems still to have the power of elevating his soul from earth. Such a man has a double existence: he may suffer misery, and be overwhelmed by disappointments; yet, when he has retired into himself, he will be like a celestial spirit that has a halo around him, within whose circle no grief or folly ventures.”  

[relatablepoetryandquotes]

“I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.” - Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

[englishlitty]

“When I looked around I saw and heard of none like me. Was I, then, a monster, a blot upon the earth, from which all men fled and whom all men disowned?”

- Frankenstein; or The Modern Prometheus, Mary Shelley, 1818

[lets-throw-bacchanal]

All the cute nicknames Victor Frankenstein called his son throughout the book:

catastrophe 

miserable monster

demoniacal corpse to which I have so miserably given life

an ugly mummy

a thing such as even Dante could not have conceived,

the filthy daemon to whom I have given life

no human

the wretch whom I had created

sight tremendous and abhorred

unearthly ugly being

too horrible for human eyes

miserable head

vile insect

abhorred monster

wretched devil

you, whose joint wickedness might desolate the world

too horrible for human eyes to behold

the filthy mass that moved and talked

wretch whom I dreaded

villain

monster of my creation

fiend

figure most hideous and abhorred

+ bonus - all the cute ways captain Robert Walton described Victor’s son on 1 page:

a form which I cannot find words to describe

never did I behold a vision so horrible as his face, of such loathsome, yet appalling hideousness

tremendous being

scary and unearthly in his ugliness

Tag yourself I’m “the filthy mass that moved and talked”