Kazane's World Wonders Challenge!

Continuing to fear something while knowing nothing of it is the scariest of all

[weltenwellen]

Jane Hirshfield, from "The Weighing", The Asking: New and Selected Poems

[beguines]

Neil Hilborn, “For Henry, Who Has Just Died”, The Future

[katadesmoi]

hi i literally could not stop thinking about this ghost a guy was saying he saw to the point that I went to the trouble of transcribing part of the podcast ep it’s in. Im so obsessed with this hold on (emphasis mine):

"It got to be about 2:30 in the morning, [...] and I woke up, and I see this kind of tall figure at the top of a pretty big staircase. [...] it was kind of just the silhouette of the figure I saw, and I couldn't make out any facial features or anything like that. [...] I remember one of the first things I saw when it started walking down the stairs was how weird and strange it looked like when it was walking. The best way I can really describe it was kinda almost like it was a puppet on a string in a way? You know, it was very unnatural. [...] So it was kind of walking down the stairs in that weird, weird way, and it finally got to the bottom of the stairs, and it started looking around, like I could see its head tilt back a little bit, almost like someone who had come home after a long time, and hadn't been there. It was almost looking around like, you know, "God, it's great to be back" or something, you know what I mean? [...] And it was looking around, and kind of moving back and forth in a weird wavy way still. And you know at this point I'm starting to get a little freaked out, because I can't tell exactly what's going on. And then all of a sudden, and this completely caught me off guard, I heard in a very weird deep male voice it said, "Oh my love, what a mirror image we are." And I'll never forget— [...] At this point it was still kind of almost like bobbing backand forth almost, and kind of looking around, and it didn't seem to direct that to anybody in particular, which was the weird thing too. [...] It was very clear, and the way that it sounded when this thing said it was it was almost like someone saying in like a cave? It was kind of like a weird echoey kind of thing. [...] It was very strange, I never really experienced anything like that. And I'm one hundred per cent sure that it said, "Oh my love, what a mirror image we are." And I still don't really know what it means exactly, or exactly what it was—if it was talking to the house? I don't know if it was someone who previously owned the house. [...] It walked into another room to the right of me and it just never came back."

from Jim Harold’s Campfire ep 500

[ritikajyala]

He asked me when I fell in love with him and I knew it sounded dramatic to say the moment I saw him, so I told him this story of my grandma who had Alzheimer's- she forgot her name and the words for fruit and food, she forgot her address and how to use the washroom, all her life lost to the disease. The only thing she remembered was her son's name and when that began to fade, the one thing she always remembered was that she loved him, even in illness, even in insanity. She saw this 6 foot 2 man with a scrubby beard and she didn't know him but she said she trusted him, she asked him to hold her hand when she died. When does memory end and love begin? All I know is- she loved him before she remembered him.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire

[theotherkingdoms]

Kaveh Akbar, "Famous Americans and Why They Were Wrong" from Pilgrim Bell

[saliechelon255]

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[quotespile]

“She wasn’t crying because of the life she led: because, never having led any other, she’d accepted that with her that was just the way things were. But I think she was crying because, through the music, she might have guessed there were other ways of feeling.”

— Clarice Lispector, The Hour of the Star

[butdoyou]

[meyocoart]

my pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand

[transangelicism]

regarding the röttgen pietà, elle emerson

[pixiescout]

Tea time

[thoughtkick]

“And now that you don’t have to be perfect, you can be good.”

— John Steinbeck, East of Eden   (via perfeqt)

[iroiise]

Edelgard fanart I did last year for a zine

[madhyanas]

obsessed with the opposite of the childhood friends trope. what if we were just some guys meeting for the first time with like. no significance

[madhyanas]

what if we never had that long and complicated history that leads us to continually justify each other’s actions. what if i never had any hand in your sculpting and now i’m left with the final, hardened figure you’ve since become. what if loving myself and loving you were suddenly two different things. there’s no overlap between you and me. then what. then i’d have to know you on purpose

[syringavulgaris]

Jane Hirshfield, The Egg Had Frozen, an Accident. I Thought of My Life.

[redlipstickresurrected]

Fidan Zaman (Azerbaijani, based Baku, Azerbaijan) - Paintings from her travel diary called The Sea, Paintings: Acrylic

[katadesmoi]

anyway. i think everything is secretly at least one of the following:

(a) a ritual

(b) a resurrection

© a haunting

(d) an apotheosis

(e) fate

(f) a labyrinth

(g) a funeral

[imagefragrance]

i think about this poem every day