[okthatsgreat]

i don’t have any other followers it’s actually just you and me here

[stuckinapril]

I’m not the woman I was a few years ago or even a year ago but I still like to hold her hand and remind her she did her best with what she knew

[alliexxxxandra]

[nonlynear]

the losing dogs and i are engaging in insider trading

[petaltexturedskies]

It was the secrets of heaven and earth that I desired to learn; and whether it was the outward substance of things or the inner spirit of nature and the mysterious soul of man that occupied me, still my inquiries were directed to the metaphysical, or in its highest sense, the physical secrets of the world.

Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

[important-cat-pics]

[frailbug]

you think that you're so alone in the world then you read literature from hundreds of years ago and you realize that other people have always felt this way

[wovi]

*

the ladies’ home journal, sept 1948

[petaltexturedskies]

You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers. Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again. Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting — over and over announcing your place in the family of things.

Mary Oliver, "Wild Geese" from Dream Work (originally published in 1986)

[prowl-autism-extraordinaire]

[funeral]

In today's state of hyperactivity, where boredom is not allowed to emerge, we never reach the state of deep mental relaxation. The information society is an age of heightened mental tension, because the essence of information is surprise and the stimulus it provides. The tsunami of information means that our perceptual apparatus is permanently stimulated. It can no longer enter into contemplation. The tsunami of information fragments our attention. It prevents the contemplative lingering that is essential to narrating and careful listening . . . In the process of digitalization, . . . information acquires an altogether different status. Reality itself takes on the form of information and data. For the most part, we perceive reality in terms of information or through the lens of information. Information is an idea—that is, a re-representation. When reality takes the form of information, the immediate experience of presence withers. When digitalization gives everything the form of information, reality is flattened.

Byung-Chul Han, The Crisis of Narration

[pastperfectcontinuous]

Jeanette Winterson, Art Objects: Essays on Ecstacy and Effrontery

[hann4hkur]

hiromix presents sparkle!

[meowmorials]

2006

[pmamtraveller]

I Can Fix It by Justin Novak

[euphoric-angel777]

Does a story die with its narrator?

[folksyswift]

When you are young, they assume you know nothing but I knew you through the daze of the blades of the grass in summer. Cross your heart, won't tell no other. Parachutes for the free fall of being younger. Love you to the moon and to Saturn. I memorized the sound of your bare footsteps. Running wild, it's been a long time. Life has ways of leaving those days behind, but love has ways of bringing things back to life. Man, it's been a while, but I knew it, I knew you. And I knew you'd come back to me ‘cause I knew everything when I was young and just like a folk song, our love will be passed on.