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[theliteraryjournals]

But then it passed, as all things do.

Khaled Hosseini, And the Mountains Echoed (via wordsnquotes)

[lifeinpoetry]

Ask any woman & she’ll tell you why Eve bit / into that apple. Why she chose the universe instead / of you.

Topaz Winters, from “Witch in Red,” published in heather press

[a-quiet-green-agreement]

–Seamus Heaney

[post-makhno]

When the subjects are not ‘in flow’ they encounter the world as resistant, as blocking rather than enabling an action. Unhappy subjects hence feel alienated from the world as they experience the world as alien. I suspect that Csikszentmihalyi can teach us a great deal about the phenomenology of happiness as an intimacy of body and world. What if to flow into the world is not simply understood as a psychological attribute? What if the world ‘houses’ some bodies more than others, such that some bodies do not experience that world as resistant? We might need to rewrite happiness by considering how it feels to be stressed by the very forms of life that enable some bodies to flow into space. Perhaps the experiences of not following, of being stressed, of not being extended by the spaces in which we reside, can teach us more about happiness.

Sara Ahmed, The Promise of Happiness p.11-12  (via arabellesicardi)

[theglasschild]

[catsofinstagram]

[alittlemorelikethis]

[lifeinpoetry]

There is always a word I’m chasing inside and / outside of my body, a word inside another word,

Tiana Clark, from “Nashville,” published in The New Yorker

[oekaki-chan]

Some illustrations for my business card back sides _(:3 」∠)_

[oh-my-girk]

[perrfectly]

[awwww-cute]

[zealot311]

the gang

[heikala]

Inktober day 6, Ghost Migration

[mjalti]

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[historydepartment]

Holy fuck!

[stoicremains-deactivated2017102]

When it hurts we return to the banks of certain rivers.

Czeslaw Milosz, “I Sleep A Lot” (via stoicremains)

[adrasteiax]

(…) what happened (to Kafka) is the same as what happened to me: he withdrew he went too far into solitude and knew — he must’ve known — you never come back from there

Alejandra Pizarnik, from Psychopathology Ward in “Extracting The Stone Of Madness: Poems” [translated by Yvette Siegert] (via adrasteiax)

[memeufacturing-deactivated20161]

me as detective

me: victim is 6'1"., his body..Has already turned into a ghost….. police officer: sir. that’s just a sheet we covered the body with