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"I cut off my head and threw it in the sky. It turned into birds. I called it thinking." Johanna, 21. Brazil.

[deadpoet-skull]

young Donna Tartt

[flowerytale]

J.R.R. Tolkien, from The Return of the King

[petaltexturedskies]

Anaïs Nin, from The Voice

[a-treatise-on-velociraptors]

The reason categorizing fanfiction by tropes works is because there's already an established setting, cast of characters, and theme in the original work, so when people write fanfics they're building sand castles in pre-existing beaches, but when you advertise your book as "sci-fi enemies to lovers where there's only one bed and also they're gay" it says nothing about what the premise is, who the characters are, or what the book is actually trying to say. That's not to say that books containing stuff like "sci-fi enemies to lovers where there's only one bed and also they're gay" can't be absolutely fantastic books, but if you only advertise by listing off tropes that are inherently cookie-cutter then you're implying (whether intentionally or not) that there's nothing interesting or memorable about the book besides smashing tropes together like you're playing with action figures.

[lifeinpoetry]

“I want to see God’s face, to lick the white of his eye, to order / him to die for me again.”

— Traci Brimhall, from “Crime and Punishment,” Come the Slumberless To the Land of Nod

[noshadeintheshadowofthecross]

fuck it all deleted so im REDOING IT. please take it.

yes it did delete and I DID redo the whole thing. anyways there are five poems! what do they have to say about you!

[amourduloup-deactivated20210512]

“He loves me, he loves me not, we are taught to say, as we tear the flower away from its flowerness. To arrive at love, then, is to arrive through obliteration. Eviscerate me, we mean to say, and I’ll tell you the truth.”

— Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous   (via bluebeardsbride)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“I listen intently, as though it is a language the ocean is speaking.”

— Mary Oliver, from Winter Hours: Prose, Prose-Poems, And Poems; “Winter Hours,”

[aseaofquotes]

Virginia Woolf, Orlando

[asparagus-abernathy]

— written by Donna Tartt, from The Secret History (pages 6-12), originally published c. 1992

[lulacarson]

The Donna Tartt Interview in The Bennington Voice, October 28, 1992.

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Marie-Claire Bancquart, from “I Walk in the Solitude of Books,” wr. c. 1963

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Velimir Khlebnikov, from Collected Poems & Selected Writings; “Everland,”

[divinefruit]

“You will never be able to escape from your heart. So it’s better to listen to what it has to say.”

— Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist (via minuty)

[salemwitchtrials-deactivated202]

“But the sea that floods is love, and it gushes out of me like an arterial wound. I am drowning in it.”

— By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept, Elizabeth Smart

[midsumner]

“What can you know about a person? They shift in the light. You can’t light up all sides at once. Add a second light and you get a second darkness,”

— Richard Siken, from Portrait of Fryderyk in Shifting Light; War of the Foxes, 2015 (via megairea)

[salemwitchtrials-deactivated202]

“Nothing like love to put blood back in the language,”

— margaret atwood, ‘nothing’ (via wishbzne)