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secret blog that has somehow managed for me to find a new aesthetic. main blog is @okclouds

[desescrita]

“But longing is momentum in disguise: It’s active, not passive; touched with the creative, the tender, and the divine. We long for something, or someone. We reach for it, move toward it. The word longing derives from the Old English langian, meaning ‘to grow long,’ and the German langen—to reach, to extend. The word yearning is linguistically associated with hunger and thirst, but also desire. In Hebrew, it comes from the same root as the word for passion. The place you suffer, in other words, is the same place you care profoundly—care enough to act.”

— Susan Cain, Bittersweet: How Sorrow and Longing Make Us Whole

[weltenwellen]

“(…) I wake up finally thinking, how wonderful to be who I am, made out of earth and water, my own thoughts, my own fingerprints— all that glorious, temporary stuff.”

— Mary Oliver, from “On Meditating, Sort Of”, Devotions

[seaymph]

“There’s something fairy-tale-like about it, which is perfect, because fairy tales are all about innocence and ill will and the inevitability of terrible things. They’re all about the moment when the girl is no longer who she was.”

— Nina LaCour, Everything Leads to You   (via paper-fairy)

[altrbody]

Ingmar Bergman

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

“Your name is an incurable pearl under my tongue, a salt-lacquered cry grown round.”

— Loueva Smith, from “If I Could Give You One Impossible Thing,” Consequences of a Moonless Night (Texas Review Press, 2015)

[radical-revolution]

"Meditation is not what you think. You sit in absolute silence and your mind starts going over all your movies. During that process, you become so familiar with the scripts you keep in your life that you end up getting sick of them. Then you realize that the person you think you are is nothing but a complicated script you spend most of your energy on. After a more thorough examination, you discover your personality disgusts you.

And that's because it's not really you. If you feel terrified enough about that personality, you spontaneously allow it to fade away. And then, if you're lucky, you can experience yourself without the distortion of that personality."

~ Leonard Cohen

[stuckinapril]

I’ve been thinking a lot ab this

[stargirldotcom]

- wish i could do nothing with you

willing and able- noah kahan/ option on a poll from @stargirldotcom/ frog and toad/ @death-born-aphrodite/ our last night- better than ezra/ @stargirldotcom/ everything, everywhere, all at once/ @death-born-aphrodite/ calvin and hobbes

[currentlycryingaboutlancelot]

hamlet’s “i did love you once” and ophelia’s “indeed, my lord, you did make me believe so” is such an underrated gut punch. it’s betrayal it’s heartbreak it’s vulnerability it’s so over. truly no one is doing it like shakespeare

[filmnoirsbian]

I have so much love and respect for women who are honest about their own loneliness but also find the good in it like when audrey hepburn said “I have to be alone very often. I’d be quite happy if I spent from Saturday night until Monday morning alone in my apartment. That’s how I refuel” and when charlotte bronte said “I care for myself. The more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained I am, the more I will respect myself” and when jenny slate said “I think I’ve come to terms with the fact that there will always be a ribbon of loneliness running through who I am. But that’s why I want to do comedy, and why I want to connect with people. You can use that ribbon to be a part of a finer tapestry, or you can choke yourself out with it! Your choice!” and when mary oliver said “whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh & exciting - over & over announcing your place in the family of things”

[glowcowboy]

repeat after me: i deserve love i do not have to beg for

[glowcowboy]

i don’t know. i’m barely a person. i just want to be kind and hold someone’s hand. eat an ice cream cone. stare at the lake. feel the sun on my skin. lay in the grass. run through a sprinkler. it’s so easy to forget life is supposed to feel like a deep breath and not a gasp

[glowcowboy]

holy shit just remembered i’m here to laugh and jump and cry and sing and dance and hug and run and play and scream and weep and eat and drink and blast music and have fun and love and love and love and love and love!!!!

[kosmogrl]

[seaymph]

“…it was a summer rain, deepening the green of the grass and the trees, sweetening and cleaning the air.”

— Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House (via luthienne)

[letterful]

“Writing is, rather, entering an immense cemetery where every tomb is waiting to be profaned. Writing is getting comfortable with everything that has already been written—great literature and commercial literature, if useful, the novel-essay and the screenplay—and in turn becoming, within the limits of one’s own dizzying, crowded individuality, something written. Writing is seizing everything that has already been written and gradually learning to spend that enormous fortune. (…) Thus in order to devote ourselves to literary work must we subscribe to the great scroll of writing? Yes. Writing inevitably has to reckon with other writing, and it’s from the terrain of the already written that the sentence might jump out that sets in motion a small admirable book or the great book that displays a trajectory and constructs a unique world of words, characters, and conflicts.”

— ELENA FERRANTE, from In the Margins: On the Pleasures of Reading and Writing, trans. Ann Goldstein.

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I am no longer infp... I am just normal