And then it’s staring me right in the face, and it still hurts too badly to fully accept.

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And then it’s staring me right in the face, and it still hurts too badly to fully accept.
You know you love someone when you’re so incredibly angry at the universe for treating them that way when they only deserve good things.
Sagres, Portugal by Luca Severin
Whether I can have you or not, you are the one.
The greatest lie I ever told was telling you I liked you when I already knew I loved you.
— Lang Leav, from Sea of Strangers
“It’s just that I belong in the quietest quiet, that’s what’s right for me.”
— Franz Kafka, in a letter to Milena Jesenská, from Letters to Milena
Could willingly waste my time in it.
Paintings by John Atkinson Grimshaw.
Aloha from Hell by Richard Kadrey
Anne Carson, Plainwater: Essays and Poetry
Heinrich Volgeler- Die sieben Schwäne, 1898.
“This dialectic of not-being-at-home within the place one inhabits expresses the ideological intricacies of how we have thought about humans in nature, or ecology, for hundreds of years. More specifically, humans have historically questioned whether we are, in fact, part of nature or excluded from it. To ask this ecological question is to evoke an uncanny feeling that even if there is a place for us in the natural world, we cannot quite find our way back to it.”
— Andrew Hageman, The Uncanny Ecology of Mulholland Drive
Stevie Smith, The Frog Prince
— Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment
[text ID: We’re always thinking of eternity as an idea that cannot be understood, something immense. But why must it be? What if, instead of all this, you suddenly find just a little room there, something like a village bath-house, grimy, and spiders in every corner, and that’s all eternity is. Sometimes, you know, I can’t help feeling that that’s what it is.]