It Reads like Fantasy

[foorelsket]

Lovers and Lautrec - Joseph Lorusso

[mariauseyourwords]

Mark Horst, studio drawing 09

[itreadslikefantasy]

Je t'aime l'amour

[yolaemanet]

Holly Warburton

[itreadslikefantasy]

Being with her I feel a pain, like a frozen knife stuck in my chest. An awful pain, but the funny thing is I'm thankful for it. It's like that frozen pain and my very existence are one. The pain is an anchor, mooring me here.

Kafka on the shore, Murakami

[itreadslikefantasy]

People who’ve had any genuine spiritual experience always know that they don’t know. They are utterly humbled before mystery. They are in awe before the abyss of it all, in wonder at eternity and depth, and a Love, which is incomprehensible to the mind.

Richard Rohr

[itreadslikefantasy]

I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth.

And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.

Unknown

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[redlipstickresurrected]

Tove Jansson aka Tove Marika Jansson (Finnish, 1914-2001, b. Helsinki, Finland) - Illustration for the Danish edition of Alice’s Adventures In Wonderland by Lewis Carroll, 1966

[itreadslikefantasy]

Grief and pain are like joy and peace; they are not things we should try to snatch from each other. They're sacred. they are part of each person's journey. All we can do is offer relief from this fear: I am all alone. That's the one fear you can alleviate.

Glennon Doyle Melton

[finita-la-commedia]

David Hettinger

[itreadslikefantasy]

Every lie we tell incurs a debt to the truth, sooner or later that debt is paid.

Legasov, on Chernobyl

[juicydistortion]

George Condo, Alchetron

[thewindowofthesummerhouse]

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[itreadslikefantasy]

writing poetry is like prayer, and prayer isn’t something you have to share with other people.

Sigrid Nunez, the Friend

[itreadslikefantasy]

Antonin Artaud, le Totem 1946

[itreadslikefantasy]

Leisure is only possible when we are at one with ourselves. We tend to overwork as a means of self-escape, as a way of trying to justify our existence.

Josef Pieter, Leisure: the Basis of Culture