[lovecatcher]

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[smakkabagms]

Who is the real subject of most love poems? Not the beloved. It is the hole. When I desire you, a part of me is gone: my want of you partakes of me. So reasons the lover at the edge of eros. The presence of want awakens in him nostalgia for wholeness. His thoughts turn toward questions of personal identity: he must recover and reincorporate what is gone if he is to be a complete person. […] Most people find something disturbingly lucid and true in Aristophanes’ image of lovers as people cut in half. All desire is for a part of oneself gone missing, or so it feels to the person in love.

Anne Carson, Eros the Bittersweet: An Essay.

[youfindgodinpain]

franz kafka quotes + old book scans

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[simena]

Sofie Thomesen Werenskiold - Lost in thought (detail)

[heavensghost]

Anne Carson

[1o9]

[skull-designs]

[crow--teeth]

hey vampires! im very stupid and have so much blood

[weltenwellen]

Rainer Maria Rilke, Journal of My Other Self

[forestgreenlesbian]

Visit Original Link

it’s friday

[criminalactivityplaylist-deacti]

this is cinematic

[medusabraids]

i need a girlfriend this isn’t funny anymore

[solassitudes]

my singing voice is good for showers and mornings in the kitchen and drunken nights and lullabies for babies who need sleep and im okay with this

[solassitudes]

i think it’s silly to be ashamed of your art because it’s not in a museum and of your voice because it’s not selling out stadiums. there will always be people who enjoy and appreciate what you can do.

[rosesastrology]

Idk why but this hit me really hard and I’ve been staring at it for a couple minutes.

[ethuil]

[wordcounting]

“She knew things that nobody had ever told her. For instance, the words of the trees and the winds. She often spoke to falling seeds and said, ‘Ah hope you fall on soft ground,’ because she had heard seeds saying that to each other as they passed. She knew the world was a stallion rolling in the blue pasture of ether. She knew that God tore down the old world every evening and built a new one by sun-up. It was wonderful to see it take form with the sun and emerge from the gray dust of its making.”

— Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston

[dog-teeth]

yall ever just yearn? ever get filled with the most profound sense of longing for something you cant understand? yall ever crave? ever have an unexplainable ache?

[saara138]

[reflexes]

neon explosions by olivia steele

[niceandbluept2]

phoebe bridgers at the cannery ballroom