I’m Just As Lost As The Rest Of You

I’m just here trying to get through life and throw anything up here that suits my fancy. There’s no real rhyme or reason to my madness. I’m just as lost as the rest of you.

[thoughtkick]

“She is water: soft enough to offer life, tough enough to drown it away.”

— Rupi Kaur

[shisasan]

19 April, 1937 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov

[mournfulroses]

Yosano Akiko, from a poem featured in River of Stars: The Poetry of Yosano Akiko

[catchymemes]

[xphaiea]

Terracotta head in jaguar jaws, Veracruz, Mexico, 600-800AD

[feral-ballad]

Cecilia Woloch, from Carpathia; “Anniversary”

[feral-ballad]

Cecilia Woloch, from Carpathia; “Fireflies”

[feral-ballad]

Cecilia Woloch, from Carpathia; “Fireflies”

[stevmarie]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

A man, a chameleon, eyes brimming with delight and a mouth dripping black slime approached her. He bent and lifted the golden orbs from the ground and as the God Slayer watched in disgust, he dug his long black talon into his eye and pulled it out. The organ dropped, sickening and wet, onto the ground. The dead god’s eye was forced in its place. Then, he plucked out the other.

[stevmarie]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18379184/chapters/202102361

“If all you need is power, fine. Use mine.”

Shock flitted across Orotrushit’s face for half a second, “You are not a god, Dragon Slayer.”

“I can’t heal either, but I healed you.” Laxus replied, voice hardening, “I don’t need to be a fucking god. I’m enough.”

[poisonintheink]

my broken pieces flow to your shore /

— ʀ.ᴛ.

[waltzingbi]

cruel and unusual that in order to do something you have to begin

[waltzingbi]

was anyone going to tell me that after beginning you then have to continue as well

[thewindowofthesummerhouse]

yserebryakov

[shisasan]

“But I need to feel beautiful and holy things around me, always: music, mystery cults, symbols, myths. I need it, and I refuse to give it up… . That’s my fatal flaw.”

— Hermann Hesse, Demian

[shisasan]

December 10, 1930 The early diary of Anaïs Nin, 1903-1977

[epiphainie]

i would die alone and have my carcass be eaten by vultures before i talk to chatgpt like it's my boyfriend

[shisasan]

October 22nd, 1927 Virginia Woolf, “A Writer’s Diary” (1918 - 1941)