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Black Knights. Ink on paper.

Me, tears streaming down my face, sobbing, as I stare at the stars: it’s just so beautiful

The medieval peasant I went back in time to give a bag of Doritos to, concerned: what terrible and powerful sorcerers they must have in your age, to be able to veil the vault of heaven itself from view, as you say

Me, sniffling: I didn’t realize, I can’t, it’s so much, I, I… are the chips good, at least?

Medieval peasant, trying to make me feel better: they’re… magical, strange traveler

havingapoemwithyou

Useless is as useless doesn’t by Bob Hicok

dreaminginthedeepsouth

"This is going to drive me into my own heart"

bobbole

I’m often watching movies in order to see dead people. I want to see them again, I want to hear them. And so cinema is in a way a kind of shrouded post-death machine, you know. In a way cinema is a cemetery.

David Cronenberg (via The Film Stage)

thoughtsdenubolous

Thanks for being nice to me I’ll remember you forever

petaltexturedskies

maybe death isn't darkness, after all, but so much light wrapping itself around us—as soft as feathers

Mary Oliver, from "White Owl Flies into and out of the Field" in New And Selected Poems: Vol. I

darkcomedies

my understanding and interpretation of Mary Oliver’s “Wild Geese” cannot be untangled from the fact that it was originally published to follow her poem about childhood sexual abuse, “Rage”

darkcomedies