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Those days of blistering cold are almost always accompanied by a kind of light that is so pure and crystallized it feels like salvation, if salvation could feel like anything. There is a type of winter light, a cold light seeming warm, a light that, when beamed through a windowpane, feels like it clears whatever it touches, maybe even forgives it. It is a light that makes you forget death, a light that makes you wonder if death is even possible. It is a light like water, as beautiful as it is full of life.

— Devin Kelly, Ordinary Plots: Jenny George’s “Reprieve”

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by Valery Shcherbina

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by Alexander Pashenichev

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SATAN: You know what, Cunningham? All those excuses you got wedged between that dubious cleavage of yours: your mother, the bulimia, the herpes, the booze, the abortions, the rape, the bipolar pharmaceutical adventures, the twin suicide attempts, and the abject failures at every relationship you ever attempted - all those things do nothing to Band-Aid the simple fact that There Comes a Time When the World Stops Rewarding Potential - and what that time came for you, you threw yourself the world's biggest pity party and dedicated the rest of your short, pathetic, inconsequential life to finding fault everywhere fuckin' else but in the return gaze of your own cosmetically altered reflection. Okay?

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it still comes as a surprise that closeness cannot be achieved from a safe distance

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Oregon Coast Katie Musial

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by Noah Grossenbacher

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Loch Skeen, Scotland by moffatross

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Stop talking about truth — I fed you truth all along, but as I said before, what you want is story.

Marlon James, Black Leopard, Red Wolf (via quotespile)

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Perhaps that’s the whole point of prayer – to think to yourself in peace, to want nothing, to ask for nothing, but simply to sort out your own mind. That should be enough.

Olga Tokarczuk, Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead (via quotespile)

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Yusef Komunyakaa, from "The Cage Walker", Pleasure Dome: New & Collected Poems [ID in ALT]

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There is no justice in love, no proportion in it, and there need not be, because in any specific instance it is only a glimpse or parable of an embracing, incomprehensible reality. It makes no sense at all because it is the eternal breaking in on the temporal. So how could it subordinate itself to cause or consequence?

Marilynne Robinson (Gilead)

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I don't want realism. I want magic! Yes, yes, magic! I try to give that to people. I misrepresent things to them. I don't tell the truth, I tell what ought to be the truth. And it that's sinful, then let me be damned for it!

Tennessee Williams, from A Streetcar Named Desire

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Sometimes we have to travel to unknown places to find things we didn’t know we’d lost, and to repair parts of us we didn’t know were broken.

Holly Renee Miller (via quotemadness)

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I guess I’m trying to say, grab anything that goes by. It may not come around again.

John Steinbeck (via quotemadness)