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eve: "Here grows the cure of all, this fruit divine, / Fair to the eye, inviting to the taste, / Of virtue to make wise : what hinders then / To reach, and feed at once both body and mind?"

eve was a girlboss for eating that fruit. adam was a himbo for doing what his wife said. i will not elaborate

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Yet men will boast of knowledge, which he took, From Eve's fair hand, as from a learned book.

— Aemilia Lanier, Eve's Apology in Defence of Women (1611)

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D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover

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"It is August: the true ending of a year. I've grown sick from trying to love who I am."

-Carlie Hoffman, from "High Bridge Park," published in Gulf Stream

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thinking about how many candles had to be lit on the set of merlin

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Katherine Larson, from Radial Symmetry; “Almost a figure”

[Text ID: “Forgive me this old / habit. There is a danger / in making suffering / beautiful.”]

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text: Sappho [tr. Aaron Poochigian].

upper right: earrings, lower left: eye glasses; both featured in the “Shocking! The Surreal World of Elsa Schiaparelli” exhibition at the Musée des Arts Décoratifs, Paris [photos mine]

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I've got an infinite fucking number of places to go, the problem is where to stay

- Mike Leigh, Naked (1993)

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paintings: The Course of An Empire, Thomas Cole (1837)

Gaelynn Lea, Someday We'll Linger in the Sun (2018) / Elisa Gabbert, the unreality of memory (notes on life in the pre-apocalypse) (2017) / Koma, Avec c'qu'on vit (1999) / Michael Smith, It A Come (1986) / Susan Sontag, AIDS and Its Metaphors (1989) / Sappho [tr. Aaron Poochigian]

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oh god it must feel insane to play guildenstern every night and say that line at the end "There must have been a moment, at the beginning, where we could have said--no. But somehow we missed it. Well, we'll know better next time." Like an audience only has to see it play out once but as that actor every single night for months you have to watch this character re-forget and make the same choices and fight against the same tide towards the inevitable conclusion and swear that there's a way to do it differently next time. rinse repeat.

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"Dance with me the gallowdance

As long as we're... as long as we're not hanging

As... as long as we still can my love

We both know the string is always ready"

Gallowdance, Lebanon Hanover

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so sick and twisted that i can't do everything and learn everything in the world all at once forever

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no wine, no fridge, no kettle, j stovetop coffee, bread, and good music

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gorgeous gorgeous girls rewatch merlin yet gorgeous gorgeous girls stop at s2 e11 whereafter their hearts cannot take witnessing the characters take yet another painful, incremental step in the development of their fatal flaws

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The moment you come to terms with the fact that everything is temporary/fluctuates/changes, you will experience an unimaginable amount of peace.

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each night in December is so uniquely lonely

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Fleeing - it seems - is a call for help and sometimes a form of suicide. Nonetheless you experience a brief feeling of eternity. Not only do you cut off your links with the world, but also with time. And occasionally, in the late morning, the sky is a faint blue and nothing weighs on you any longer.

La fugue – paraît-il – est un appel au secours et quelquefois une forme de suicide. Vous éprouvez quand même un bref sentiment d'éternité. Vous n'avez pas seulement tranché les liens avec le monde, mais aussi avec le temps. Et il arrive qu'à la fin d'une matinée, le ciel soit d'un bleu léger et que rien ne pèse plus sur vous.