Perverse

Ideas and books. More like a scrapblog.

[likeanoldstory]

“There must be another life, she thought, sinking back into her chair, exasperated. Not in dreams; but here and now, in this room, with living people. She felt as if she were standing on the edge of a precipice with her hair blown back; she was about to grasp something that just evaded her. There must be another life, here and now, she repeated. This is too short, too broken. We know nothing, even about ourselves.”

— Virginia Woolf - The Years   (via paper-fairy)

[feral-ballad]

I thought I had been surviving, and yet, what I was really doing was hanging by a string, loosely holding myself from collapsing. I was always on the verge, and I could feel that friction in my soul.

Fariha Róisín, from Who Is Wellness For?: An Examination of Wellness Culture and Who It Leaves Behind

[virgin-martyr]

The dead fed you Amid the slant stones of graveyards. Pale ghosts who planted you Came in the nighttime And let their thin hair blow through your clustered stems.

Amy Lowell, excerpt from "Lilacs"

[thediverismylove]

“What is writing but the preservation of ghosts?”

— Cameron Awkward-Rich from “Essay on the Appearance of Ghosts”, Sympathetic Little Monster

[nonbinaryjomarch]

“When the chorus sing that the ‘name of the land will vanish’ and ‘Troy no longer exists’, they are singing for an audience for whom Troy’s name has survived.”

- P.E. Easterling on Euripides’s Trojan Woman, from ‘Form and Performance in Greek Tragedy’, The Cambridge Companion to Greek Tragedy

[jus4bodhi]

[rosavaya]

“Goodnight and great love to you. We see the same stars.”

— George Mallory, from a letter to his wife Ruth during the 1921 Everest Reconnaissance Expedition

[flowerytale]

Florence Welch, Rolling Stone UK (2022)

[holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe]

“I barely fit inside myself.”

— The Complete Stories, ‘Brasilia’ by Clarice Lispector tr. Katrina Dodson

[paper-fairy]

“What if I slept a little more and forgot about all this nonsense.”

— The Metamorphosis, Franz Kafka  

[soracities]

Olivia Laing, The Lonely City

[quotemadness]

“After all these years of bearing this pain alone, all I want is for you to hold me, and maybe put me back together again.”

— Sarah Doughty

[derangedrhythms]

...the moon was casting those long pale rays of light that shine from the eyes of ghosts.

Alexandre Dumas, from 'The Count of Monte Cristo', tr. Robin Buss

[quotemadness]

“And I realize that no matter where I am, whether in a little room full of thought, or in this endless universe of stars and mountains, it’s all in my mind.”

— Jack Kerouac

[weltenwellen]

Rainer Maria Rilke in a letter to Lou Andreas-Salomé, published in Rilke and Andreas-Salomé: A Love Story in Letters

[virginiewoolf]

Fortesa Latifi, from The Truth About Grief.

[fairydrowning]

"I did not like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. I did not like to be touched because I craved it too much. I wanted to be held very tight so I would not break."

-Marya Hornbacher, Wasted

[fairydrowning]

"I'm not used to being loved. I wouldn't know what to do."

-F. Scott Fitzgerald, More Than Just A House

[fairydrowning]

"I crave touch, yet I flinch every time someone is close enough."

-Via dollpeotry, "I have become rather fearful I suppose"

[fairydrowning]

-Via "mayasaura"

[fairydrowning]

When "Franz Kafka" wrote "there are times, dearest, when I am convinced I am unfit for any human relationship". I felt that.

[fairydrowning]

"Days I feel like a human being, while other days I feel more like a sound. I touch the world not as myself but as an echo of who I was."

– "On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous" Novel by Ocean Vuong