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Fri, 21st of March

imwithkanye:

Kimye on the cover of Vogue. [gif]

Tue, 25th of February
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Wed, 4th of December

idioticteen:

all these dicks and you decide to suck the fun outta this party 

relevant   with 51,138 notes
Sat, 12th of October
Fri, 27th of September

tomlinfox:

liam is hilarious on twitter and people should appreciate it

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Fri, 5th of July
Sat, 23rd of February
!!!   RELEVANT   with 1,901 notes
Sat, 8th of December
❝ You have my permission not to love me;
I am a cathedral of deadbolts
and I’d rather burn myself down
than change the locks. ❞
—   Rachel McKibbens (via kaseynese)   —
Tue, 9th of October
❝ We don’t forget, but something vacant settles in us. ❞
—   Roland Barthes, “Mourning Diary” (via dustyshelf)   —
truth   relevant   grief   mourning   quotes   roland barthes   with 2,258 notes
Wed, 15th of August
❝ The first day after a death, the new absence
Is always the same; we should be careful

Of each other, we should be kind
While there is still time. ❞
—   Philip Larkin, from “The Mower” (via proustitute)   —
philip larkin   the mower   poetry   death   relevant   with 205 notes
Thu, 31st of May
❝ I believe in the essential goodness of human beings, and if that’s radical, then I guess I’m radical. I believe human beings would rather hop into bed with each other and do tender things to each other than run through the jungle and shoot each other. If that’s a radical thought, then I’m a radical. I believe that poetry can save the world. And shoot, that one has always been a radical thought, I guess. So maybe I am a radical, you know? ❞
—   Ten Little Indians, by Sherman Alexie (via victrazing)   —
Fri, 25th of May

i want to tell the story again.

re-read jeanette winterson’s weight in the library today, waiting for the rain to stop so i could walk home instead of taking the bus.  copied down a bunch of quotes, and so, instead of spamming you with them, i’m just going to dump them all here.

i have another notebook somewhere, likely in the box of them that’s still in storage, that has all of these quotes and probably more from this book in it.  weight wasn’t, i don’t think, my first winterson, but it was the first time while reading her that i sat up and went “oh.  oh.” and so i count it as the beginning of my love affair with her.  (i don’t think it was my first because i’m pretty sure i read at least one of her longer works in junior high, when i would go the library next to the grounds every day after school, and wander around, choosing books to take out based on their covers or titles as much as their descriptions.  i gobbled up so many books then, i’d be surprised if i remembered even half of them.  (even so, i read less in junior high than i did in elementary, if only because i had actual friends for the first time, as opposed to one, singular, friend.)  but i am pretty sure that i read at least one winterson then.)

weight speaks to me, like much of winterson’s work, because of her willingness to put herself into the narrative.  she is writing herself, and she is doing a beautifully heartbreaking job of it.  i identify with all of these so fucking hard.

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Thu, 24th of May
Tue, 22nd of May
❝ Those days I don’t want quiet
I wouldn’t know what to do with it
I like it when there are screams
and battle scars
and trophies

That way, before the war begins,
I already know what I’m about to fight for. ❞
—   Staceyann Chin, excerpt from Nails (via theoryoflostthings)   —
quotes   poetry   staceyann chin   nails   lovelovelove   relevant   with 46 notes
Sat, 19th of May

hotpielookedlikehotpie:

| favorite quotes

She knew herself, how she had slowly, over years, become a cat, a wolf, a snake, anything but a girl. How she had wrung out her girlhood like a death. And now Ivan sat there, studiously not eating his bread smeared thickly with butter, waiting for her attention, her regard, but she could forget him in a moment if Koschei pulled her towards him like a little moon, and she knew it, and she felt herself splitting and tearing between them, her human heart, her demon heart.

from Deathless | Catherynne M. Valente