s e e k i n g

[inkpressedpetals]

[inkpressedpetals]

[nixscriptum]

[nixscriptum]

[funeral]

Freud said that we endlessly repeat past hurts, forever re-enacting the same patterns in a futile attempt to patch the un-healable wound. This, more than anything, is the terror of the personal, digital archive: not that it reveals some awful act from the past, some old self that no longer stands for us, but that it reminds us that who we are is in fact a repetition, a cycle, a circular relation of multiple selves to multiple injuries. It’s the self as a bundle of trauma, forever acting out the same tropes in the hopes that we might one day change.

Navneet Alang, "Terror of the Archive"

[creepish]

my vibes arent off i am cursed theres a difference

[somniapetals]

[faggotfungus]

"The Anatomy of Melancholy" by Laura Makabresku

[geryone]

What Good Is Heaven, Raye Hendrix

[resqectable]

“And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.”

— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

[old-school-romantics]

J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

[missmisanthrope]

Clarice Lispector, A Breath of Life

[duckdotcom]

I love using "by the way" as a segue into topics that are completely unrelated to the matters at hand. it isn't remotely by the way, quite a ways out of the way in fact. a little adventure

[louisegluckpdf]

sometimes i think "well maybe i'm not actually depressed" and then i catch myself going about daily life feeling 85% certain that human existence is probably some sort of purgatorial punishment for sins committed by the soul in some vaster cosmic past life

[veinsofmantra]

“Alone had always felt like an actual place to me, as if it weren’t a state of being, but rather a room where I could retreat to be who I really was.”

— Cheryl Strayed, Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail (via the-book-diaries)

[anxeious]

[hazy-siren]

"The girlhood of which she had been cheated seemed to come back to her with the ripeness of womanhood; she expanded like a flower of flame and perfume; no laugh was readier than hers, no wit quicker, in the twilight circles of that enchanted summer. [...] Her beauty was illuminated by the awakened soul within, as some rosy lamp might shine through a flawless vase of alabaster."

L.M. Montgomery, Anne's House of Dreams (1917)

[dolldose]

applying for the position of your good luck charm that's kept in your pocket and looked at adoringly