“I Would Look For Examples Of Men Of My Age Who Were Already Dead. And I Was Tormented By The Thought

12.10.22

11.24.24

BONES AND ALL ━ Maren Outfit Appreciation

I thought the earth remembered me, she took me back so tenderly, arranging her dark skirts, her pockets full of lichens and seeds. I slept as never before, a stone on the riverbed, nothing between me and the white fire of the stars but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths among the branches of the perfect trees. All night I heard the small kingdoms breathing around me, the insects, and the birds who do their work in the darkness. All night I rose and fell, as if in water, grappling with a luminous doom. By morning I had vanished at least a dozen times into something better.

Mary Oliver, Sleeping in the Forest

I’ll kiss your wounds but I’ll use my tongue

“There is so much stubborn hope in the human heart. The most destitute men often end up by accepting illusion. That approval prompted by the need for peace inwardly parallels the existential consent. There are thus gods of light and idols of mud. But it is essential to find the middle path leading to the faces of men.”

— Albert Camus