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On c!Karl, c!Quackity, c!Sapnap, and the myth of Eurydice

Callie Porcher / Hozier / Silas Denver Melvin / Alisher Kush / Wilbur Soot / Hadestown / Madeline Miller / Salman Toor / Neptune Holub / Tumblr tags / Madeline Miller / Holly Warburton / Louise Bourgeois / Caitlyn Siehl / Jeanette Winterson / Peter Wever / Lady Gaga

On love

Eurydice (Sarah Ruhl); Liana Rādulescu ; “Spending More Time” (Ron Hicks); Song of Achilles (Madeline Miller) ; It’s Been a Long, Long Time (Harry James, Kitty Kallen); Unknown ; Romeo and Juliet, Act 1 Scene 1 (Shakespeare); Six of Crows (Leigh Bardugo); Unknown, Quora ; Eurydice (Sarah Ruhl)

Czeslaw Milosz, New and Collected Poems: 1931-2001

— Arundhati Roy, The Cost of Living

— roach-works

seeking, yearning, reaching hands

.. first poem: @shessensitivee

About wocwog HJ. I love him. He's so raw, and there's so much pain and rage.

Fernando pessoa // Frida Kahlo

— Mary Oliver

“nothing is ever lost to us as long as we remember it.

-..@wholesome-suggestion @asoftwrongness @vibeshiftsurvivors

i’ve been bed rotting in a decidedly self destructive way lately

being and nothingness, jean-paul sartre // the metamorphosis, franz kafka // i am the architect of my own destruction, juansen dizon // albert camus // as consciousness is harnessed, susan sontag // ralph waldo emerson // allen ginsberg // tennesse williams // letters to felice, franz kafka // sylvia plath

oh this sad warmth of grief; a warm tear on cold cheeks.

what is grief

if not love and longing

embracing?

when grief starts overflowing again, remember, there is still love left. you're still filled with love. no one deserves your love more than you do.

—𝓜𝓼. 𝓜𝓲𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓮

love as religion

jorge luis borges // ron padgett // richard siken // halsey // lana del rey // caitlyn siehl // hozier // katherine philips

love elizabeth s.

The one who loves the moon, still loves it when it is not in the sky, when it might not be in front of their eyes. The love is still there.

in your 20s you must rediscover the joys of arts and crafts to stave off spiritual decay

@rbhvleo // roberto ferri // mothering by ainslie hogarth // rainer maria rilke // ? // planet of love by richard siken // a self portrait in letters by anne sexton // indian summer by ron hicks

the moon in paintings. x

LOVE AS VIOLENCE VS LOVE AS SOFTNESS

Ada Limon, The Good Fight // Mary Oliver, West Wind // Danez Smith, Bare // Sappho, Fragment 58.25-26 // Mitski, I Don’t Smoke // Ashe Vernon // Hozier, Cherry Wine // Shauna Barbosa, GPS // Richard Siken, Little Beast // Chen Chen, Summer [The sunflowers fall…] // Warsan Shire // Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous

paintings of me trying to get out of bed in the morning

Arthur Rimbaud (b. 20 October 1854)

Confide in me, and watch how I turn your every sorrow into incandescent poetry.

“Reading can be hard, or at least it can present the sort of challenge that modern life is supposed to ease or optimize away. Reading is harder than streaming Netflix, watching a movie, listening to music, or playing video games. Hardness, on its own, is not a virtue. It does, however, matter. It matters to be a disciplined adult. It matters to sit still, to think, to escape the flotsam and be alone with yourself, with another world. It matters to grapple with language, theme, plot, and characterization. It matters that the conclusions aren’t simple, that literature—good literature—is murk. It’s the dark of the wilderness, a lighted match showing that, in fact, there is only more, a vastness you can only begin to comprehend. Reading teaches you that life is not an algorithm and that the certainty of your opinions, neatly sorted into a 2020s rubric, is very much unwarranted, with eternities stretching before and after you. Reading is meeting another consciousness that is not cable television and never will be, that exists at a complexity many lightyears beyond self-righteous pundit panels, the red versus blue, your new spin on the midterms. Reading is knowing those you would never know otherwise. It is, perhaps, the most human thing you can do.”

— You Should Read Books

Last November was tough on me, hope this one's soft 🥹

“September days have the warmth of summer in their briefer hours, but in their lengthening evenings a prophetic breath of autumn.” 

― Rowland E. Robinson

I believe there's some truth to it.