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Winter mornings are made of steel; they have a metallic taste and sharp edges. On a Wednesday in January, at seven in the morning, it's plain to see that the world was not made for Man, and definitely not for his comfort or pleasure.

– Olga Tokarczuk, Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead

metamorphesque

— Edna St. Vincent Millay, Song of a Second April

litverve

“I like Simone Weil’s idea that writing is actually the translation of a text we already carry within us. That notion makes a heavy task lighter. In fact, though, writing is the backbreaking work of hacking a footpath, as in a coal mine; in total darkness, beneath the earth. In poetry there are moments of illumination. A streak of light falls in the dark corridor, then the darkness slams shut overhead once more. In prose the darknesses are even thicker, the black clods even harder.”

— Anna Kamienska, from “In That Great River: A Notebook”

kleinergeist

Hey. Don't cry. Weird teenage girl somewhere out there reading Frankenstein for the first time. Ok?

redhousepainters

Whyyyyy is my body so disgusting :(

redhousepainters

It’s not

So glad we made it here

redhousepainters

It literally never was

datadegroove-deactivated2026042

I'm sorry I did something weird if it makes you feel better I torment myself and consider suicide about it every day

speedlimit15

fairycosmos

you could go back but there is nothing and no one waiting for you there. LOL

macrolit

“The world is little, people are little, human life is little. There is only one big thing — desire.”

— Willa Cather (b. 7 December 1873)

edwordsmyth

"Inside, we’re ageless. And when we talk to ourselves, it’s the same person we were talking to, the same age, when we were little, and it’s the body that’s changing around that ageless center." -David Lynch

valtsv

how did you not realise i was flirting? i literally told you i bruise easily and often

cherryrodeoqueen

At a rodeo, University of Arizona, 1947

azspot

“The truth is that Trump is a product. Personally, he is devoid of principles or ideologies beyond his desperate need to enrich and empower himself and an intuitive fascist drive to eliminate any and all impediments to that need. MAGA is a marketing campaign by the wealth class to capture popular discontent and redirect the anger from themselves to their political enemies. What makes it possible, though, is the modern state of irrational activated thinking and the inherent impulse by human beings to project whatever they need to believe in order to stave off cognitive dissonance.”

— Somebody Do Something: Luigi Mangione and a Culture of Violent Panic