Kurt Vonnegut, from Mother Night; “Werner Noth’s Beautiful Blue Vase,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
saltcrystal-call911-blog reblogged
violentwavesofemotion-deactivat
Because I hated you so much, I studied you. I listened to everything you said.
saltcrystal-call911-blog reblogged
violentwavesofemotion-deactivat
To evaluate is to define a thing in the world, to relate to it is to define it in one’s own heart. Relating is not just judging, it is – beyond judgement. It is so uniquely personal it can’t even be taken into account.
Marina Tsvetaeva, from “Art in the Light of Conscience: Eight Essays on Poetry,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
saltcrystal-call911-blog reblogged
saltcrystal-call911-blog reblogged
saltcrystal-call911-blog reblogged
violentwavesofemotion-deactivat
Somehow, I have made a great mess of my life.
H.D., from a letter to Amy Lowell written c. August 1919 (via violentwavesofemotion)
saltcrystal-call911-blog reblogged
violentwavesofemotion-deactivat
Somehow, I have made a great mess of my life.
H.D., from a letter to Amy Lowell written c. August 1919 (via violentwavesofemotion)
saltcrystal-call911-blog reblogged
The city - through the eyes of birds.
Mobilography.
Ph:DanSpb
saltcrystal-call911-blog reblogged
awsucker
Source: awsucker
saltcrystal-call911-blog reblogged
exobiology-deactivated20130426
saltcrystal-call911-blog reblogged
Source: weheartit.com
saltcrystal-call911-blog reblogged
Source: weheartit.com
saltcrystal-call911-blog reblogged
rlymax-deactivated20140421
help I’ve fallen and am perfectly capable of getting up but refuse to
obligatory-stupid-name
saltcrystal-call911-blog reblogged
schools should realize that intelligence and memory are not the same fucking thing
saltcrystal-call911-blog reblogged
violentwavesofemotion-deactivat
I told her that she was like a bird holding a sinking mouse in its claws–& the mouse was life. She admitted it.
Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry written c. November 1929 (via violentwavesofemotion)
saltcrystal-call911-blog reblogged
violentwavesofemotion-deactivat
The sea is a dictatorship.
It cannot be caressed (too wet.)
It cannot be worshipped (too terrible.)
Marina Tsvetaeva, in a letter to Boris Pasternak, from Letters Summer 1926: Pasternak, Tsvetaeva, Rilke (via violentwavesofemotion)
saltcrystal-call911-blog reblogged
Source: weheartit.com
saltcrystal-call911-blog reblogged
cobaltnights


