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im not christian but i do believe in the power of prayer. for this reason i keep a little homonculus in a dog crate under my bed which i have raised as a devout catholic. whenever i want something in my life to change i poke him with a stick and he clasps his grubby little paws together and starts chanting in latin. his prayers always go through because he has never known sin

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miniature paintings by Talula Merriwether (available here)

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hanya yanagihara “he is so lonely that he sometimes feels it physically, a sodden clump of dirty laundry pressing against his chest. he cannot unlearn the feeling” vs heather christle “i sometimes imagine a metaphysical strainer i could rinse my body through, until i am whole and clean in the sink, and all the despair is held separate and dripping above. i imagine i could toss it away” vs chen chen “i wish i could peel / all my sadness in one long strip off my skin / & toss it in a bucket. no one would have to carry it. / it would just sit there & be punished. / it would just sit there & think about everything it’s done”

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Guy who’s not gonna make it voice: it’s gonna be so awesome when I finally get what I want

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“In King Lear (III:vii) there is a man who is such a minor character that Shakespeare has not given him even a name: he is merely “First Servant.” All the characters around him – Regan, Cornwall, and Edmund – have fine long-term plans. They think they know how the story is going to end, and they are quite wrong. The servant has no such delusions. He has no notion of how the play is going to go. But he understands the present scene. He sees an abomination (the blinding of old Gloucester) taking place. He will not stand it. His sword is out and pointed at his master’s breast in a moment: then Regan stabs him dead from behind. That is his whole part: eight lines all told. But if it were real life and not a play, that is the part it would be best to have acted.”

— – C.S. Lewis, “The World’s Last Night” (via sandovers)

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Jenny Xie, from "Zuihitsu",  Eye Level

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“And this is the marvel of marvels; that He called me Beloved.”

— C.S. Lewis (via beauty-from-ashes)

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ANGELS CALLING YOUR NAME

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Talking in Bed

by Philip Larkin

Talking in bed ought to be easiest, Lying together there goes back so far, An emblem of two people being honest. Yet more and more time passes silently.   Outside, the wind’s incomplete unrest Builds and disperses clouds in the sky, And dark towns heap up on the horizon. None of this cares for us. Nothing shows why At this unique distance from isolation It becomes still more difficult to find Words at once true and kind, Or not untrue and not unkind.

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haiku #1, tathev simonyan

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happy love month ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

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“We will not live to settle for less / We have dreamed of this all of our lives”

— Adrienne Rich, Phantasia for Elvira Shatayev (via kxowledge)

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There was such lightness in me that I had to be tied to the pommel of the saddle to keep myself from bird height. I was bold as a starling. You fed me from your own plate. My eyes were always watching you. I thought you were one of the angels from the church window. We flew together, your wings in gold leaf from the sun. Time flew with us,

Jeanette Winterson, from The PowerBook

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Jorge Luis Borges, "The Watcher"

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unpunishable - ethel cain / georgia o'keeffe

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“The world was suddenly still; nothing was being required of me; I could stand in the quiet of my own skin.”

— Maggie O’Farrell, from I am I am I am  (via weltenwellen)

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Epitaph