From How to Be Perfect by Ron Padgett
Rooney Mara as Mary Magdalene smoking a cigarette beneath crucified Jesus
remember when everybody on this website was in high school but like now if i see somebody on here thats in high school im like jesus christ.... are u okay how is that going for you....
my five year plan? read a lot of books. visit museums. walk through woods. stand in a river. adopt a little kitty. drink lemonade while sitting in a rocking chair on my porch.
But I still don't know how to hold your hand without reading the ugliness of my own, But I can't contain my soul from enveloping yours !
Web weaving about holding hands an emotion
i love when they draw a carrot on top of the carrot cake just to remind you this aint no ordinary fuckin cake youre dealing with
“[…] the desire to be loved, to be held close to the other shape; to put off the veil of darkness and see burning eyes.”
— Virginia Woolf, from “The Moment: Summer’s Night”, The Moment and Other Essays (via soracities)
“I don’t understand death, but I’m not afraid of dying. It will be a rest: a cradle at last. I won’t hurry it though; I will live until the last bitter drop.”
— Clarice Lispector, excerpt from “As Fast As I Can Type” (April 17, 1971), Too Much of Life: The Complete Crônicas (trans. Margaret Jull Costa & Robert Patterson)
“Well, let it pass; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, “The Sensible Thing” in The Short Stories
slut era (overthinking, ruined sleep schedule, constant feeling of loneliness and existential emptiness)
Death of William the Conqueror, 1885. — Albert Maignan (French, 1845-1908)
Sarah Bernhardt in the dramatic tragedy play ‘Phèdre’, photographed by Nadar, c. 1874
Elena Shvarts, “I was thinking…” translated by Stephanie Sandler
“I look at the stars and at all nature, and it speaks to me of you in the clearest accents.”
— Mary Shelley, from a diary entry wr. c. October 1822 featured in “Journals,” (via violentwavesofemotion)