#on transformation

[llovelymoonn]

sheila heti pure colour

kofi

[petrichor-moss-and-lightning]

“We give birth in turn to the one who gave us birth when finally, sooner or later, we draw her into our self. From then on, she lives in us just as truly as we lived in her before we came into the world.”

Gabrielle Roy, La Route D’Altamont (trans.)

[warallthetime2003]

the overarching idea of past lives is so important to me . in the wind and rain make me new again we are meant to change . we are meant to change . coexist with your past lives .

[rosecrystal]

Jeanette Winterson / Jennifer Willoughby / Iain Thomas / Reginald Shepherd / Alejandra Pizarnik / Malia Makana

[gorgonwoman]

(Alpheus and Arethusa, John Martin)

Arethusa, Theoi

[gorgonapologist]

Why We Love Weird Fairy Tales, Tobias Carroll

[albarrancabrera]

Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami (extract)

“Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn’t something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn’t get in, and walk through it, step by step. There’s no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That’s the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine. And you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You’ll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others. And once the storm is over you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.”