matilda

collecting web weaves like they’re figurines

[webweavearchives]

the directory

creators

sources

types

themes

help me identify the work

[webweavearchives]

Understand that there is a beast within you that can drink till it is sick, but cannot drink till it is satisfied. 

—the third hour of the night by frank bidart

[webweavearchives]

“your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing.”

—crime and punishment by fyodor dostoevsky

[webweavearchives]

i haven’t told anyone  just like we promised have you?

—old friend by mitski

[prestigesoul]

I’ve spent my 18 years of life trying to be okay with the fact that humans fade in and out of each others’ lives. No matter how I think about it, I can’t make it sound romantic or poetic. To those who have already passed through my life and to those who eventually will: I love you. I miss you. The back door will always be unlocked if you ever feel like coming home.

[webweavearchives]

—closeness lines over time by olivia de recat 

[webweavearchives]

types

literature

lyrics

poetry

social media

text

visuals

quotes

[webweavearchives]

themes

a

absence

anger 

b

burnout

d

daddy issues

e

endings

f

family

forgiveness 

friendship

g

grief

growing up

i

imposter syndrome

l

love

p

perfectionism

r

relationships

religious guilt

s

self destruction

self love

strangers

t

the artist

time passing

tragedy

trauma

u

unfamiliarity

[webweavearchives]

sources

tumblr

spirit hold, part two

books and fingers

death is not an option

half-light: collected poems

choke

zombie!

secrets from a girl (who’s seen it all)

a burning hill

closeness lines over time

[webweavearchives]

creators

fairycosmos

bloomingtrans

starpeace

holly warburton

jen mazza

suzanne rivecca

frank bidart

chuck palahniuk

orla gartland

boymiffy

twinnedpeaks

lorde

mitski

intensional

olivia de recat

[fairycosmos]

i don’t like how endings in real life come on so suddenly without making sense, without much warning. one minute you’re in the middle of something and the next it’s all a very long time ago and you’re a different person and none of it is ever coming back

[bloomingtrans]

thinking about the friendships that just dissipate and the unresolved grief that comes with that

[webweavearchives]

—spirit hold, part two by holly warburton

[webweavearchives]

—books and fingers by jen mazza

[webweavearchives]

“if you are very lucky, you will survive all the  worst moments  and maybe, one day, you might even write them  down  in a way that doesn't wring you dry.”

—unknown by unknown

[webweavearchives]

the san francisco therapist kept telling me i shouldn’t be terrified of creative experimentation.

“i don’t know what’s going to come out of me,” i told her. “it has to be perfect. it has to be irreproachable in every way.”

“why?” she said.

“to make up for it,” i said. “to make up for the fact that it’s me.”

―death is not an option by suzanne rivecca

[starpeace]

i love when tragedies are like “the love was there. it didnt change anything. it didnt save anyone. there were just too many forces against it. but it still matters that the love was there”