vain Oyster

i may not know Her name, but i do know... She is here .

[stavroginas]

Haruki Murakami, from Norwegian Wood

[lamignonette]

@schuhtutehemd

[swordsdance-deactivated20191029]

who cares about the troops. what about older sisters

[shesnake]

pynk is my favorite part

[ratguzzler-deactivated20181213]

y'all ever get hit with the realization when you’re in the middle of doing something like, whoa, what the fucking shit this is real life. like this is happening right now. not even when its something crazy i mean when you’re like doing the laundry or some shit

[ratguzzler-deactivated20181213]

its like you get snapped out of autopilot and suddenly everything becomes physically clearer and louder

[zarathustra-would-be-proud]

[redportrait]

The Hour of the Star, Clarice Lispector

[thnkfilm]

“Don’t you think maybe they are the same thing? Love and attention?”

Lady Bird (2017) dir. Greta Gerwig

[astrolocherry]

[anthropologyofwater-deactivated]

when oscar wilde wrote “there are moments when one has to choose between living one’s own life, fully, entirely, completely-or dragging out some false, shallow, degrading existence that the world in its hypocrisy demands” i felt that

[millionsknives]

please make sure that wherever you’re at in life, you don’t treat it like a transitory period. don’t waste your college years wishing to already be graduated & have a job. don’t waste your single years wishing for someone to be in love with. if/when those things come, they will come in due time and they will be good. but there is nothing like looking back and feeling empty because you wasted literal years ignoring what you had because you were hoping for something better. while it’s important to better yourself and reach for your goals, don’t neglect the present because that’s where you are now and it’s your now that determines your future. 

[communistkenobi-archive]

“my battery is low and it’s getting dark” is so hauntingly human, so crushingly lonely. I can’t articulate the deep, profound ache that sentence evokes. It’s acceptance and defeat and terror and sadness all at once, all from one tiny machine we asked to explore the stars for us.

[trainthief]

Literally just romanticize your own life. What’s stopping you. Who will care. Commit to enjoying things. 

[gettingintoknives]

Mary Oliver, from “the fourth sign of the zodiac” published in Blue Horses

[marisatomay]

pulitzer prize-winning poet mary oliver died today at 83 and it could be because it’s january 17th and I’m depressed but, as someone who has an appreciation for poetry but can never seem to get in to it, mary oliver’s works have a very special place in my heart

during my senior year of high school I took a discussion-based european literature course that was both the hardest and best course I have ever taken in all my years of schooling purely because the teacher was mrs shepard who was in her 70s, taught part time because she was battling cancer, wore what had to be the full chico’s catalogue, and she remains everything I want to be when I grow up

she was the most thought-provoking and knowledgeable teacher I’ve ever had and always encouraged us to really dig in to and consider what we were studying and truly encouraged a passion for literature, and the cultures and people the works came from, in all of us

she was deeply empathetic and encouraged all of us to be the same and she worked hard to build relationships with each of us and with each other 

she was never afraid or ashamed to discuss the struggles, hardships, and setbacks she faced over her life and even agreed to meet me for coffee after graduation when my grandma died to talk about emotions surrounding death and life and healing and i still believe taking her class and getting to know her was one of the best decisions I’ve made as a person

all of that backstory to say that every year she chose a poem to gift her seniors to take with them and hold close to their hearts when they need it

she gifted us “wild geese” by mary oliver which, of all her works and those of others, remains my favorite poem to this day

so on this, mary’s death day, please take a moment to read “wild geese” and may you all hear the harsh and exciting call of the world and find your place in the family of things

You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers. Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again. Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting – over and over announcing your place in the family of things.

[snout]

being a macroorganism is so stressful. i want to know what my cells are doing. I don’t like how unsupervised they are

[boykeats]

On November 5, 1917, 100 years ago today, Wilfred Owen wrote a gorgeous love letter to fellow gay World War I poet Siegfried Sassoon. It continues to be one of my favorite love letters of all time.

[umrzec]