“She Wanted A Storm To Match Her Rage.”

“I coped by retreating and maybe I did become a mirror, a polished surface that shows nothing of what lies beneath.”

— Rebecca Solnit, from The Faraway Nearby  (via feestje)

“I am deathly afraid of almosts. Of coming so very close to where I want to be in life that I can almost taste it, almost touch it, then falling just a little short.”

— Beau Taplin, Just Short (via wordsnquotes)

— Dogfish, Mary Oliver 

Ocean Vuong ||| Nickie Zimov

“I love you. Always. Even in darkness.”

— Highfalutinman (via wnq-writers)

Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

portrait of a lady on fire, dir. céline sciamma // doubt comes in, hadestown // eurydice, sarah ruhl // metamorphoses: book x, ovid trans. anthony kline // “eurydice”, ocean vuong // talk, hozier

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image 4: Text from Metamorphoses: Book X by Ovid that reads: “They took the upward path, through the still silence, steep and dark, shadowy with dense fog, drawing near to the threshold of the upper world. Afraid she was no longer there, and eager to see her, the lover turned his eyes. In an instant she dropped back, and he, unhappy man, stretching out his arms to hold her and be held, clutched at nothing but the receding air. Dying a second time, now, there was no complaint to her husband (what, then, could she complain of, except that she had been loved?). She spoke a last ‘farewell’ that, now, scarcely reached his ears, and turned again towards that same place.”

image 6: Screenshot of lyrics from “Talk” by Hozier that reads: “I’d be the voice that urged Orpheus / When her body was found / I’d be the choiceless hope in grief / That drove him underground / I’d be the dreadful need in the devotee / That made him turn around / And I’d be the immediate forgiveness / In Eurydice / Imagine being loved by me”.

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ghada al-samman // little women, louisa may alcott // howl’s moving castle, hayao miyazaki // the inferno, henri barbusse // the book thief, markus zusak // a letter to louise webb, charles bukowski // anastasia, don bluth & gary goldman // primer for the nuclear age, rita dove // san francisco poems or letters to jack, cathy linh che // night and day, virginia woolf

“Memories and thoughts age, just as people do. But certain thoughts can never age, and certain memories can never fade.”

— Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle (via perfectquote)

“It is holy / to say any name 3 times, but I’ve stood in front of enough mirrors/ to know no one is coming / just because you ask for them”

— Reyna N.A. Excerpt of “Ghost”, from “Hand Made Ghosts” (via exit152)