exquisite decay.

"-but that which is living / can only die. Words, after speech, reach / Into the silence." - T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets: Burnt Norton A bared and barely articulated construction. Currently reading: 12 Rules for Life by Jordan B. Peterson

[witchyautumns]

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[happymanners]

“mr. bingley had soon made himself acquainted with all the principal people in the room; he was lively and unreserved, danced every dance, was angry that the ball closed so early, and talked of giving one himself at netherfield. such amiable qualities must speak for themselves.”

[ademonbutler]

what form best suits you?

[thewriterscaravan]

I want to sequester words, hold them in stress positions, foreignate them, string them up to ripen on vines

Mona Arshi, Ghazal (via thewriterscaravan)

[thewriterscaravan]

To write: to try meticulously to retain something, to cause something to survive: to wrest a few precise scraps from the void as it grows, to leave somewhere a furrow, a trace, a mark or a few signs.

Georges Perec, Species of Spaces and Other Pieces (via thewriterscaravan)

[yesterdaysprint]

Feather River Bulletin, Quincy, California, January 31, 1924

[perksofbeingafanboy]

I had the epiphany that laughter was light, and light was laughter, and that this was the secret of the universe.

Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch (via perksofbeingafanboy)

[halfsavages-deactivated20200621]

donna tartt interviewed by charlie rose (1992)

[kxowledge]

Whenever you see flies or insects in a still life—a wilted petal, a black spot on the apple—the painter is giving you a secret message. He’s telling you that living things don’t last—it’s all temporary. Death in life. That’s why they’re called natures mortes. Maybe you don’t see it at first with all the beauty and bloom, the little speck of rot. But if you look closer—there it is.

The Goldfinch, Donna Tartt (via kxowledge)

[peachpomegranate]

the secret history is snowy towns, classical books, college parties, running through the woods, ratty sweaters, skewed glasses

the goldfinch is bloody fist fights, crowded cities, lonely deserts, drunken kisses, antique shops, vast starry nights

[gossamerempire]

[tomofumiusa]

Megu Nakano

[soracities]

Today, 23rd of January, 1862, I have received a singular warning: I felt the wind of the wing of madness pass over me.

Charles Baudelaire, Intimate Journals (trans. Christopher Isherwood)

[soracities]

…my love’s a fire, an altar, an ember. I turn into smoke.

Adonis, from ‘Transformations of the Lover’, The Pages of Day and Night (trans. Samuel Hazo)

[sola-nin]

小松菜奈 for Hanako, 2016年 4/28 号

[yua]

serena motola by otsuji takahiro — photsuji

[guzhuangheaven]

I TOTALLY FORGOT THIS SCENE EXISTED!

哥 (ge): elder brother Tom-哥: Tom Cruise Fa-ge/发哥: Chow Yun Fat 胡歌: Hu Ge