[lamignonette]

[aloneintemporaryplaces]

[metamorphesque]

Faith, Czesław Miłosz, Robert Hass (translator)

[primulaceas]

Gillian Flynn, Sharp Objects

[cherrylugosi]

[funeral]

The window of your home affords you a glimpse of an alien world. For you, the frame to the outside world serves less to connect you with that world and more to fortify your distance from it. In and through the window you observe another world taking place. If there is a rapport between you and this world, then it is only a visual one, vulnerable at all times to alienation and anxiety. You know your place in the cosmos. It centres at all times on the intersection between your home and the existence that takes place outside of that space. Dare you move beyond the home to find yourself in the world of contingency and chance, then almost immediately you are overwhelmed with regret. For you know that unlike the outside, your home maintains your presence in the world, securing you within a boundary line, which you have no reason to transgress.

Dylan Trigg, Topophobia: A Phenomenology of Anxiety

[2001hz]

Fantascope 'Tylostoma' Directed By: Yoshitaka Amano (2006)

(via 2001hz)

[junglejim4322]

Amazing how I’m a grown adult and I still cannot shake the exact same childhood feeling of thinking im going to “get in trouble”

[saintmare]

CAN YOU UNDERSTAND BEING ALONE SO LONG THAT YOU WOULD GO OUT !! IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT !! AND PUT A BUCKET INTO THE WELL !! SO YOU COULD FEEL SOMETHING DOWN THERE TUG AT THE OTHER END OF THE ROPE !!!!!!!

[saintmare]

i used to have stories. i used to have dreams. i really did. i love myself. i love the little girl who named every tree. who knew them more than her own family. who knew the earth was listening even when her mother was not. who sat on the concretes edge welcoming the rain. i love her. i love her. i love her. i love me.

[metamorphesque]

The Monopoly of Suffering, E. M. Cioran (translated by Ilinca Zarifopol-Johnston)

[weltenwellen]

Lori Gottlieb, Maybe You Should Talk to Someone: A Therapist, Her Therapist, and Our Lives Revealed

[weltenwellen]

Sally Wen Mao, from "The Mongolian Cow Sour Yogurt Super Voice Girl", Oculus

[primulaceas]

Tennessee Williams, “We Have Not Long to Love.”

[nomorechoirs]

fr. “On Living” by Nâzim Hikmet, trans. Randy Blasing & Mutlu Konuk

[smokefalls]

For the tension in the theater is a very different, and very particular tension: this tension between the real and the imagined is the theater, and this is why the theater will always remain a necessity. One is not in the presence of shadows, but responding to one’s flesh and blood: in the theater, we are re-creating each other.

James Baldwin, The Devil Finds Work

[saintmare]

i notice when i’m unbelievably happy, i fade out from where i am. i slip behind a shade to watch and wonder, how i arrived at this moment. time slows and stretches then snaps back to seconds.