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literaturecravings · 1 year

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— Sputnik Sweetheart, Haruki Murakami

#literature #myposts!#words #excerpts #classic literature #dark academia books #alternative literature #dark academia #books & libraries #classic academia #murakami #haruki murakami #sputnik sweetheart #haruki murakami quotes #japanese literature #modern literature #literature quotes #bestseller books #trending books

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crypticqueen · 3 months

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My tongue's not tied.. It's mangled When I try to mend words when we're entangled; Minds melt / bodies scrambled. Mangled | 011124 -Crypticqueen

#poetry #spilled ink #poem #new poets on tumblr #poets on tumblr #crypticqueen #alt lit #creative writing #alternative literature #new poets society #alternativeliterature

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mephistos-stuff · 1 year

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INDIGO CYCLE

First chapter/episode draft

A series of conversations held by two friends

@blyth-thehuman

@mephistos-stuff

Qamar abd-allat

Aliases: Marmar

She/her , He/him

4'11 ,deer antlers, and yummy bone marrow and the most adorable disposition

They're a kid from a dysfunctional family who's trying to get her shit together in life, mentally, spiritually, and academically,spends most of her time, engaging in whimsical and listless conversations with her friend often indulging in gossip and going on cheesy misadventures around her unnecessarily massive boarding school.

Isioma Okonkwo

She/They/He

Aliases: Sisi, Oma

5'5, Goat horns, "jokes" about eating people, tries hard to be poetic,adores their friend

They're the kid whose parents are religious leaders and who wanted to be a nun at some point but really didn't have any faith in it but is still plagued by religious guilt and trauma, and doesn't really know what to do with their life and doesn't understand much of anything.

Qamar and Isioma are wandering about in the tangerine orchard that surrounds the main library and a myriad other smaller buildings scattered at all corners of the orchard, Qamar narrates loudly about the massive rats that have been terrorizing the labs and certain not very secure storage units pointing to Isioma's shoe for emphasis on how large they are, somewhat exaggerating but isioma knew better than to doubt the details of their friend's energetic retelling, their voices loud and boisterous in laughter and teasing, as they walked by an open library window the other students began getting annoyed at their overly self indulgent storytelling and began making vocal complaints before getting shushed by the librarian,who tutted and shook his head disapprovingly at the two friends who quickly apologized and quicken their pace, taking note of his flushed cheeks, crooked glasses and disheveled hair, giggled profusely, in a not so silent knowing manner

Till they made it one of the abandoned buildings,it was an old chapel no longer in use, pews overgrown with vines and the walls held a similar compromise, wild flowers struggling to bloom out of once vibrant now broken marble floors,the roof sported various holes and enlarged crevices that gave home to all sorts of creatures nesting birds and bats alike and rumors of serpentine friends lurking about in cooler somewhat damp corners, they took in the scenery of their frequent place of Communion and took their place upon the steps of the pulpit which were much cleaner than the rest of the dilapidated structure, giggling amongst themselves about rumors being peddled about someone catching the headmaster and the librarian together in the old music room, exploring more than just classical notes,there have been sightings of two of them in very compromising positions nothing too egregious unfortunately, just long wistfully queer gazing, affectionate pinky holding during Assemblies, and the headmaster's painfully stick in the ass demeanor seemingly melting away when they are seated together at breakfast engaged in painfully passionate jealousy inducing conversations, the whole situation gives off the sweet scent of freshly cut bowls of berries, apples and apricots, and the two friends also chatted about the gossip brewing about the biology teacher and the head lunch lady being "really good friends" who had recently been caught by no one else but Qamar herself, snuggled away in each other's arms in the seemingly empty teacher's lounge with the biology teacher whispering sweet nothings into the head lunch lady's ears whilst she giggled and they shared a soft brief kiss before utterly melting away into a puddle of each other, how perfectly sapphic of them, Qamar was bemused by cupid's hold on their campus, and expelled her thoughts in cheeky limericks and saucy details to her friend

Isioma: Love is in the air, dear Marmar so many swanly rabbits about

Qamar: except for me💀

Isioma: except for us, comrades in our trifle against romance,we are unaffected by infatuation influenza, sane in body and mind

Qamar:But I wanna fall in loveeeeee

Isioma:love is for hooligans and vagabonds.... My kind of people but I digress

Qamar:Love is for hooligans and vagabonds TO YOU, I get it though...

Isioma:yes, love makes people stupid and sometimes I pity those young and infected with it, painfully in love, riddled with heartache, especially for the wrong person

Qamar: I would want to be in a relationship only after I graduate, though love has me in a chokehold now, I need to focus on my studies,

There's a pregnant pause after which Qamar continues

Qamar: I would rather be stupid after I graduate...

(Qamar the ever diligent student says to isioma the poorly performing student barley surviving academically only passing by sheer luck)

Isioma: yes... Studies... They're important...super important

Moving on 😃

Isioma:love is fun to watch and somewhat nourishing to the soul from afar but it can be dangerous to get involved, heartbreak is fatal though an exaggeration it's still a possibility

Qamar: love needs trust and vulnerability that's always tough

Isioma: indeed love requires alot, lots of giving, lots of showing, lots of feeling, almost terrifying if you ask me

Qamar:To me it's something very nice, though I never understood why people compromised in relationships

Isioma: oh absolutely, why compromise on something you're already risking so much on

Qamar: Yes oh my god

Isioma: on a lighter note, a little birdie told me that the seraphs are coming, the day after tomorrow

*seraphs are a group of elite scholars and prodigies in various fields gifted with unique skills and on rare occasions abilities, they are also exceptionally beautiful (more has yet to be added on but let's see where this goes ^v^)

Qamar: but will they be coming? Are they coming to our school?

Isioma: hopefully not, they always cause such a commotion,but there's a chance a special someone will be accompanying them this time the *archeon *(I don't know yet) and they'll be stopping over in the village

*there's a village not too far from the boarding school it's Abit far but it's the closest settlement of people they are mostly surrounded by vast expanses of forest and wilderness

Qamar:Oh well as long as they don't cause trouble in our lives we'll be fine, though I heard a Storm is forming , it might rain tonight

Isioma:Oh a storm you say, now I'm excited the air is always so sweet before the thunder clouds gather

Qamar:I like the rain and thunder and lightening the most in storms, it's always so refreshing it feeds my heart just as it nourishes the earth

Isioma: Do you want to go to the green house after curfew with me, to soak in the storm with the flowers?

Qamar:Sure! But we might catch a cold. Worth it

Isioma: it's the price I'm willing to pay to listen to thunder rolling above like choruses of drums,drums beating ever so loudly and jarring rhythm like the hearts of Gods, if Gods have hearts, if they do I want to get lost in the music of them with you

Qamar: We'll have Catharsis take over us repairing the ruins in us

Isioma: indeed, we'll soak up the divinity of the stormy night and let the sounds of insatiable dreams arrest our hearts and minds

Qamar:And then we'll sneak back into our dorms and hand wash our clothes or else they'll know we were out after curfew,Gods that's gonna be tiring

Isioma: yup it's definitely going to be a draining activity, but it is preferable to the mundanity of early curfews and the idle chatter of fellow gossip hungry insomniacs, which in all honesty is far from mundane, but not quite the adventure I'm craving this evening

Qamar: Agreed, u think this will assist our mental health during the upcoming weeks

Isioma: yeah with exams coming up it's bound to take a toll on our bodies and minds

Qamar:we should get back to the dormitories now, so they don't suspect anything

Isioma: yeah we should, wow look its already 4:30pm we missed lunch 😭

Qamar:Gods no wonder I feel famished,let's go buy snacks from the vending machine near the teachers lounge back entrance I'm sure they have something good, hidden in there

Isioma:sure! That sounds like a plan, I'm really craving some chin-chin

Qamar: I think I'll take something sweet like maybe luqiamat, if it has any

Isioma: oooh yes I hope they have some, if it doesn't I'll eat the first person I see👹

Qamar: But I'll be the first person. you see👁️👁️

Isioma: then you understand what I'm implying 👹

Qamar: Good luck, cuz I'm all bones and no skin, have fun chewing on my sticks

Isioma: the marrow hiding in your bones will suffice

Qamar: 😭😭😭😭 let a bone live alittle will ya? 😂 Let's go!

Isioma: alright alright,but I'll get your bone necter one day 🤤

Qamar: 👀 nasty. The path to it is from going around the other side of the school, I think I know of a recently cleared out path

Isioma: perhaps, move it Marmar or I'll make marmalade out of your insides.

Qamar: sure, sheesh you're such a weirdo sometimes

Isioma: yeah well I'm your wierdo and you're never getting rid of me.

Qamar: I wouldn't dare to.

To be continued

#INDIGO CYCLE #original fantasy #original character #fiction #self written #co writing #work in progress #gancharov #dark academia #alternative literature #writing #lgbtq community #lgbt characters #gay stuff

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lipikkawrites · 2 months

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If life can remove people you never dreamt of losing, it can replace them with someone you never dreamt of having.

-@lipikkawrites

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ancientsstudies · 16 days

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panthermouthh · 4 months

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Beware; for I am fearless, and therefore powerful.

#frankenstein #mary shelley #gothic literature #monster #gothic lit #gothic art #illustration #my art #Alternative caption: he asked for no pickles >:(#I wanted to get a more clear lightning theme in here but eh I think it turned out well enough #victors face says: yes I made this abomination against nature. and what?#ok enough of them getting along time to return to the insanity and violence

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vielesundnichts · 5 months

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- reyna biddy

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cherrygazette · 1 month

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red lips and doe eyes

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stateof-crisis · 2 years

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Something

Something about his hair that pulls me in,

How his eyes can look right through me yet he overlooks how painfully obviously in love i am

How his smile can brighten up a room,

How it’s two in the morning and I can’t get him off my mind

How we are constantly bickering about dumb things, but it always end in laughs

There’s just something about him that makes me want to scream in my pillow

#alternative literature #literature #poems and poetry #poem #poetry #romantic #writing

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jeyen · 2 years

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NOTEPAGES BEHIND

30𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝖩𝗎𝗇𝖾, 2022 @ 5:26 𝖯.𝖬.

𝖣𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌, 𝗌𝖺𝖽𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝖽𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗎𝗋𝗄 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗎𝗇𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾. 𝖲𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖿𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗎’𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗇𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝖽, 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌. 𝖸𝖾𝗍, 𝖨 𝖺𝗆 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌. 𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝖽𝗀𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖿, 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗍, 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝖽𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖸𝗈𝗎’𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗅. 𝖮𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀.

𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖮𝖿 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖨 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗏𝗂𝗏𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖺. 𝖮𝖿 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝖼𝗋𝗒 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗎𝗇𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝖽𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨, 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿, 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝗎𝗂𝗅𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝖺𝖽𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖨 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗇. 𝖮𝖿 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖮𝖿 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾. 𝖮𝖿 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗐 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖨 𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝖨 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾. 𝖨𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝖾𝗏𝗈𝗅𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗇𝖽. 𝖸𝖾𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗆𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝗑 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅𝗌. 𝖨𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌. 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗐𝖾. 𝖬𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝖨 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗍. 𝖧𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝖨 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖨 𝗀𝗈 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗍, 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖨 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖨 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝖾𝖺𝖼𝖾.

𝖸𝖾𝗍, 𝖨 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝖽. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝗎𝗌. 𝖶𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖶𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖬𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝖾 𝖻𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍.

𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦.

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fy-perspectives · 4 months

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“Because here's something else that's weird but true: in the day-to day trenches of adult life, there is actually no such thing as atheism. There is no such thing as not worshipping. Everybody worships. The only choice we get is what to worship. And the compelling reason for maybe choosing some sort of god or spiritual-type thing to worship—be it JC or Allah, be it YHWH or the Wiccan Mother Goddess, or the Four Noble Truths, or some inviolable set of ethical principles—is that pretty much anything else you worship will eat you alive. If you worship money and things, if they are where you tap real meaning in life, then you will never have enough, never feel you have enough. It's the truth. Worship your body and beauty and sexual allure and you will always feel ugly. And when time and age start showing, you will die a million deaths before they finally grieve you. On one level, we all know this stuff already. It's been codified as myths, proverbs, clichés, epigrams, parables; the skeleton of every great story. The whole trick is keeping the truth up front in daily consciousness.”

David Foster Wallace, This Is Water: Some Thoughts, Delivered on a Significant Occasion, about Living a Compassionate Life

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literaturecravings · 11 months

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—The Letters of Vincent van Gogh

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crypticqueen · 3 months

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Scoff, then Flick your brow to the right. I sure do L O V E When you speak far right. Axiomatic I'm Socratic Let's co-conflate It's called SARCASM, Betty... I wouldn't expect you to understand | 012224 -Crypticqueen

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metamorphesque · 3 months

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"To Live...", Paruyr Sevak (translated by metamorphesque)

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lipikkawrites · 2 months

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Time does not heal your grief, it teaches you to how to wear it.

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ancientsstudies · 17 days

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Fulham by sparrowinlondon.

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