The Eighth

[orpheuslament]

Cain, José Saramago (trans. Margaret Jull Costa)

[bagofbonesmp3]

“There was something coming to her and she was waiting for it, fearfully. What was it? She did not know; it was too subtle and elusive to name. But she felt it, creeping out of the sky, reaching toward her through the sounds, the scents, the color that filled the air. ”

– The Story of an Hour, Kate Chopin

[theclassicsreader]

“…all sense of reality had gone out of her life; she had abandoned herself to Fate, and awaited the consequences with indifference.”

— Kate Chopin, The Awakening

[ilsamiksa]

[glitterandgorre]

she is the moment ….

[yesseptember]

December by Theodor Kittelsen.

[sambic]

[kristina100000]

for real

[thatsbelievable]

[thatsbelievable]

[metamorphesque]

― Clarice Lispector

[firstfullmoon]

“She wanted to tell him she was sorry, but saying she was sorry did not seem entirely adequate, and in any case what was she sorry about seemed at once too deep and too evanescent for any words she knew, seemed so vastly more complicated than the immediate fact that it was perhaps better left unraveled.”

— Joan Didion, from Play It As It Lays

[understands]

[sapphic-havoc]

Really want to crochet myself a whole cardigan but I have the attention span of a fruit fly so I'm just gonna keep making beanies and flip flops for my cat I guess

[sapphic-havoc]

The aforementioned kitty flips 🥺

[jaynescozycorner-blog]

Old Yorkshire Bridge, Yorkshire, England

[newjerseyhousewife]

[accelerationist-king-piccolo]

[recaption]