Nothing will fuck up your twenties more than thinking you’re supposed to have your shit together
Anonymous asked: I often feel as if I am degrading myself and others in irresolute dishonesty when I am out-of-the-blue kind. 'tis but a silly feeling to have, though an honest one, and as a result, I hold my tongue before saying something with feeling, anything at all, but I want you to know that I admire your strength of word and how effortlessly you seem to hold the English as both a weapon and a method of healing. You have my sincerest attentions and I ask for little else than your reality, as it should be.
srfurr asked: Do you have a quote or have wrote something about the eyes conveying love?
Mhm “You know, it always has to do with the eyes. It always has to do with the inexplicable softness of the gaze; the natural warmth of it, the unfathomable clarity one’s eyes might sustain or not. I used to love the way you looked at me: you made me feel like you weren’t simply struggling to understand my ways, in a way you already understood without quite knowing. In a way, you weren’t struggling or trying in the least. You quietly observed without judging, you listened deeply, undisturbingly, absolutely. You were authentically perceptive; I really liked that. I always thought we did share something in common which could beautifully transgress all further complexities: We knew how to look one another in the very core and get it right. And we did get it right. And a certain tenderness was always floating around during each exchange of glances. It was the kind of tenderness which perhaps whispered not merely ”I see right through you” but also ”I feel you. Right there. I feel your thoughts. I sense your mind. I accept whatever follows”; a strange build up of exciting and immediate intimacy. Yes, it’s always been about the eyes. Your eyes, mine…it’s always, always the eyes.”
Anonymous asked: I believe that writing is the healthiest form of art because it requires you to pay attention. You do not get to squeeze the juice out of the thing unless you are actively engaged with the words. With paintings and movies (which are wonderful), you can rest your brain if you like and let them be shown to you. With reading, however, you are the one that brings the book to life, so your mind must be truly alive.
If good is the all-enduring
that carries you
to the future,
evil is the present’s
Your love is your curse.
This black fact’s yours." - Ashley Anna McHugh, from Of This Burning Heart
I stared at the back of her head waiting for what she would say.
Her answer would clear this up.
But she just laughed a strange laugh with ropes all over it." - Anne Carson, from The Glass Essay
It is a two-way traffic,
the language of the unsaid." - Anne Carson, from The Glass Essay