Dopamine

words and things

[rottenslag]

[lunamonchtuna]

— Rachel Mennies, from The Naomi Letters "April 18, 2017" (via lunamonchtuna)

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

Franz Kafka

[weltenwellen]

Danez Smith, from “acknowledgments" , Homie

[nixscriptum]

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin (Vol. 1: 1931-1934) (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

[desescrita]

“Our language can be seen as an ancient city: a maze of little streets and squares, of old and new houses, and of houses with additions from various periods; and this surrounded by a multitude of new boroughs with straight regular streets and uniform houses.”

— Ludwig Wittgenstein, Philosophical Investigations

[mournfulroses]

Kim Addonizio, from What Is This Thing Called Love: Poems; "''Round Midnight,"

[darkearthsuggestions]

Fire sparked, fire born, fire muttered under daylight’s breath. Sun spits out her drone, endless asphyxiation of the day, her light sifting through these clouds like flour. Below, only flickers– only the smoke that slithers, edenic, against the sky. Today our sun is the hills themselves, broken shards of flame.

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Arundhati Roy, The Cost of Living

[strokeofserenity]

Margaret Atwood, “The Blind Assassin.”

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— roach-works

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Nicole Lyons

[weltenwellen]

Maggie Stiefvater, Linger

[weltenwellen]

Maggie Stiefvater, Shiver

[mournfulroses]

Clarice Lispector, from "Too Much of Life Complete Chronicles," publ. in 2022

[feral-ballad]

Kim Addonizio, from Lucifer at the Starlite: Poems; “You with the crack running through you”