#winged words

[cellist-and-ninja]

Why is The City so bland? I can’t get a good spcoffee anywhere

[annhathaway]

Sharks in the Time of Saviors — Kawai Strong Washburn [id in alt]

[kittybennett]

I had been happy, happy enough, but now I often found myself uttering a spontaneous prayer that went, simply: She is here, still here. It was as if a rushing river had routed itself through my house, which was pervaded now by a freshwater scent and the awareness of something lavish, natural, and breathtaking always moving nearby.

George Saunders, Lincoln in the Bardo

[truthlikewings]

There once outside my weary window pane

I saw a woman pause her fleeting steps

To bend beside the sidewalk roses growing

And press her face into the petals softly

This sacred moment I beheld like that

Of poor doomed Actaeon with antler’d crown,

And yet my trespass seemed to go unknown:

She paused to smell and then went on her way

I wondered as she disappeared that day

How many times I’ve smiled at the rose

Believeing all the eyes about me turned

When truly we are never all alone.

[ornamentalswords]

ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ɢᴏ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴇɴᴛ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ꜱᴇᴇ ʜᴇʀ ꜱᴄᴀʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ɪᴛ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʙᴇ ᴀᴍᴀᴢᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ ᴄᴀɴ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ʜᴀɪʀ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ꜰᴀʟʟ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʙᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʜʀᴏᴀᴛ ᴄᴜᴛ, ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜰᴀꜱᴛ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʀᴜɴ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʟᴏꜱᴇ ʜᴇʀ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʙᴇ ᴀ ꜰᴏᴏʟ.

Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless

[annhathaway]

“‘Give me your blood and I’ll give you mine.’

‘And then we’ll be friends?’”

— Sylvia Moreno Garcia, Certain Dark Things

[annhathaway]

Sharks in the Time of Saviors — Kawai Strong Washburn [id in alt]

[annhathaway]

(Radiance, Catherynne M. Valente)