Claire

fast cars and fast music• stl native• old town, alx

[idkwhattoputformyusername]

Gassed, John Singer Sargent, 1919 / Im Westen nichts Neues, Edward Berger, 2022

[writingdotcoffee]

You should write because you love the shape of stories and sentences and the creation of different words on a page. Writing comes from reading, and reading is the finest teacher of how to write.

Annie Proulx (via writingdotcoffee)

[catsdonthavenames]

There was something wrong with me. The human body doesn’t want to get hurt. We’re programmed to feel squeamish at the sight of blood. Pain is a careful orchestration of chemical processes so that we keep our body alive. Studies have shown that people born with congenital analgesia — the inability to feel pain — bite off the tips of their tongues and scratch holes in their eyes and break bones. We are a wonder of checks and balances to keep on running. The human body doesn’t want to get hurt. There was something wrong with me, because sometimes I didn’t care. There was something wrong with me, because sometimes I wanted it. We fear death; we fear the void; we scrabble to keep our pulses. I was the void. What are you afraid of? Nothing. You are not doing this you are not doing this you are not doing this But my eyes were already clawing over the bathroom for ways out. Trust you? I wasn’t meant to live, probably. This was why I was wired this way. Biology formed me and then took a look and wondered what the hell it was thinking and put in a mental fail-safe. In case of emergency pull cord. I was crouching by the wall, breathing into my hands. Victor had told me once that he’d never considered suicide, not even for a second, not even at his darkest moments. It’s the only life we have, he’d said. Even when I was happy, I felt like I was always looking for the edges on life. The seams. I was so perfectly born to die.

(via catsdonthavenames)

[themakeupbrush]

Normani at the 2021 Met Gala

[fairyrotting-deactivated2023080]

[boo-moo]

[mschristinamaria]

Odilon Redon, The Birth of Venus, 1912

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[korovievs]

1. herakles, euripides 2. the triumph of time, charles algernon swinburne 3. amores iv, ee cummings 4. we should be well prepared, mary oliver 5. a tale of two cities, charles dickens 6. like the new moon, my mother drifts throught the night sky, charles wright 7. mystic union, john gould fletcher 8. the night circus, erin morgenstern 9. for island fires and family, dermot kennedy 10. detail of the woods, richard siken

[darkcomedies-deactivated2022042]

girl what the fuck is even the theme of a midsummer night’s dream. is there even a lesson to be learned. is it just vibes or what

[darkcomedies-deactivated2022042]

puck at the end of the play: god did you see that shit? insane, right? haha alright take it easy

[be-artistic-deactivated20230306]

[bruwho]

seen at @lesparisiennedumonde

[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

[balmest]

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[ellehena]

[joeinct]

The Mall, Washington DC, Photo by Volkmar Wentzel, 1930s