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... “Lux — the light, the sensually deluxe — in the end seems to fulfill the role of sacrificial virgin to which the boys’ objectification commits her, just as had her sister, Cecilia.” While the boys recognise her behaviour as self-destructive, their interest in watching her proves that she is indeed complying with the social expectations of the boys, and by extension society itself. Moreover, the male lovers expose society’s willingness to allow such behaviour, since plenty of men willing to have sex with Lux, an underage girl, yet none of them step forward to help her. Lux’s sexual activity during the novel indicates her acknowledgement of the social paradox, as she recognises that she cannot choose both sides like Cecilia so she chooses to follow society’s expectations...

The sky was incredibly far away, and beautiful enough to make a person wonder why our hearts are never so free.

Banana Yoshimoto, The Lake (via quotespile)

Look for the unimaginable inside the ordinary. Go to places you would not ordinarily go alone - riverbanks. Deep woods. The part of the ocean shore where peoples’ gazes disappear. Wade in all waters. Let your imagination change what you know.

Lidia Yuknavitch, from her preface of “The Chronology of Water,” c. 2011 (via violentwavesofemotion)

Like an April lily, you have grown in death, in a tragic snowy springtime.

Juan Ramón Jiménez, from The Selected Writings; “The Dead Girl,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

I shall be dumped where the weed decays, and the rest is rust and stardust.

Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita (via quotespile)

All that tells you of spring’s coming is the feel of the air,

Albert Camus, from Selected Works; “The Plague,” published c. 1947 (via violentwavesofemotion)

I want to write books that unlock the traffic jam in everybody’s head.

John Updike, Hugging the Shore (via quotespile)

There is no answer. It’s okay. But even if it wasn’t okay, what am I supposed to do?

Raymond Carver, Cathedral (via quotespile)

Even you are not rich enough to buy back your past. No man is.

Oscar Wilde, An Ideal Husband (via philosophybits)

He loved three things in life:

Evensong, white peacocks

And old maps of America.

He hated it when children cried,

He hated tea with raspberry jam

And women's hysterics.

. . . And I was his wife.

Anna Akhmatova

THE SONG THE LEPER SINGS

I am one of those people whom everything has given up. Nobody in the city knows that I exist. Leprosy has happened to me. And I strike my wooden clapper, knock my sad theme song into the ear of every person who comes near. And those who hear that sound look certainly not here, and what is happening here they don’t care to know.

As far as the sound of my clapper reaches, there I am at home; but maybe you’re making my clapper so loud that they won’t trust my distance any more than they trust my nearness now. I’m able to go a very long way without coming on girl, woman, child, or man.

But it bothers me when I frighten animals.

Rainer Maria Rilke -  “The voices” / from Das Buck der Bilder

translated by  Robert Bly

A loyal subject of these second-rate years, I proudly admit that my finest ideas are second-rate, and may the future take them as trophies of my struggle against suffocation. I sit in the dark. And it would be hard to figure out which is worse; the dark inside, or the darkness out.

Joseph Brodsky, from Sit By The Window  (via 4eternal-life)

Viciousness in the kitchen! The potatoes hiss. It is all Hollywood, windowless, The fluorescent light wincing on and off like a terrible migraine.

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I'm doped and thick from my last sleeping pill. The smog of cooking, the smog of hell Floats our heads, two venomous opposites.

from Lesbos by Sylvia Plath - The New York Times

I like you to be exactly the way that you are, because in all my experience, I have never known anyone like you.

Tennessee Williams,A Streetcar Named Desire (via thelovejournals)

I’m just sick of ego, ego, ego. My own and everybody else’s. I’m sick of everybody that wants to get somewhere, do something distinguished and all, be somebody interesting… I’m not afraid to compete. It’s just the opposite. Don’t you see that? I’m afraid I will compete — that’s what scares me… Just because I’m so horribly conditioned to accept everybody else’s values, and just because I like applause and people to rave about me, doesn’t make it right. I’m ashamed of it. I’m sick of it. I’m sick of not having the courage to be an absolute nobody.

J. D. Salinger, Franny and Zooey (via derakhtesokoot)

I don’t know how many souls I have. I’ve changed at every moment. I always feel like a stranger. I’ve never seen or found myself. From being so much, I have only soul. A man who has soul has no calm. A man who sees is just what he sees. A man who feels is not who he is.

Attentive to what I am and see, I become them and stop being I. Each of my dreams and each desire Belongs to whoever had it, not me. I am my own landscape, I watch myself journey - Various, mobile, and alone. Here where I am I can’t feel myself.

That’s why I read, as a stranger, My being as if it were pages. Not knowing what will come And forgetting what has passed, I note in the margin of my reading What I thought I felt. Rereading, I wonder: “Was that me?” God knows, because he wrote it.

Fernando Pessoa,  I don't know how many souls I have

„Gott hat ihn gestraft und hat ihn in eines Weibes Hände gegeben“, wiederholte ich für mich. Nun, was soll ich etwa anstellen, damit er mich straft?

“But that wasn’t really speech, that was an eloquent moaning, a weeping of a sick mortally sick soul.”

— Venus in Furs, Leopold von Sacher-Masoch, 1870

The Love of Plato - Leopold von Sacher-Masoch

"God created them, too."

There’s always a tomorrow.

“Anxiety happens when you think you have to figure out everything all at once. Breathe. you’re strong. You got this. Take it day by day.”

— Karen Salmansohn

Invite moi dans ton lit Je couvrirais ton corps et ses contours De mes lèvres adoucies Du miel de ta peau de velours

Invite moi dans tes insomnies Je les peuplerais de mots fous De rêves, de requiem, de poésie Tatouerais de baisers ton cou

Invite moi dans tes jours de pluie J'ensoleillerais tes chagrins d'oubli De confiture, de sourires, de calembours Je t'apprendrais par cœur mon amour.

-Rosemary Romy

“Is it possible, in the final analysis, for one human being to achieve perfect understanding of another? We can invest enormous time and energy in serious efforts to know another person, but in the end, how close can we come to that person’s essence? We convince ourselves that we know the other person well, but do we really know anything important about anyone?”

— Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

“Sometimes you have to forget what you feel, and remember what you deserve.”

— Unknown

“The bravest thing I ever did was continuing my life when I wanted to die.”

— Juliette Lewis

“You have to get to a point where your mood doesn’t shift based on the insignificant actions of someone else.”

— Unknown

r for red, white & royal blue chosen by @pjatos       ❝ When Alex was a kid, before anyone knew his name, he dreamed of love like it was a fairy tale, as if it would come sweeping into his life on the back of a dragon one day. When he got older, he learned about love as a strange thing that could fall apart no matter how badly you wanted it, a choice you make anyway. He never imagined it’d turn out he was right both times.❞

Magnus Lightwood-Bane & Alec Lightwood-Bane “Magnus slid his fingers gently through Alec's wild, soft hair, and felt Alec's head turn toward him a little in half-sleep. He heard Malcolm singing and remembered again his words from long ago. I do not ever want another love.”

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A ghost falling in love.

@ghostwriterfest2021

There was nowhere for Neil to stand except up against Andrew, but somehow Neil didn’t mind.

MAKE ME CHOOSE:

anonymous asked-> Will Herondale or Tessa Gray

There’s plenty of sense in nonsense sometimes, if you wish to look for it.