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im-not-a-joke · 1 year

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please write the noel x mischa they vote for each other to live but in the end only one of them can au it’s so ashjfkwnd

Me when I finally get around to finishing requests

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Fic also included after the cut !!

Inside the dimly lit warehouse, the St. Cassian’s chamber choir sat, paired off, each duo quietly conversing. Constance was half-listening, sitting on the stage, while Ocean rambled on about something, again. Ricky and Jane sat at the accordion, having a conversation that must have caused a realization for Ricky, he sat, straight-backed, giving a soft look to Jane, as she stared longingly at the space behind Ricky.

Noel sat, leaning against his boyfriend, quietly watching everything unfold. Mischa would occasionally lift his other arm, taking a drink from the bottle the two of them had been sharing. They took the chance they had to just be together, something they didn’t have often in life.

Mischa tilted his head, resting it on top of Noel’s, closing his eyes and speaking lowly, “I meant it, you know, the world does need more poets,”

Noel huffed, “don’t even think about it. We both know I’m not the one that deserves it most,”

Mischa took a moment to think, trying to phrase what he wanted to say correctly. Noel took the silence as an opportunity to grab his boyfriend’s free hand, resting them on their pressed-together knees.

“Besides, I would rather stay here with you,” Noel squeezed their entwined hands.

“My darling, I cannot give you everything you want here,” Mischa sounded genuinely distressed, Noel felt him straighten, peering down at him.

Noel sat himself up, looking at the other boy with all the love in his heart.

“That’s not true, in just the last like- hour- I’ve gotten to live out my dreams of being Monique, we got to kiss, in front of the choir, you sang me the most passionate love song I’ve ever heard, and now we’re sharing a bottle of vodka,” he used his free hand to cup Mischa’s face, “I’ve gotten to do everything I wanted to do in life, because of you,” the taller boy closed his eyes, leaning into the touch and resting his forehead against Noel’s, “I want to stay here with you,”

Mischa opened his mouth to reply, the words getting caught in his throat. He crumbled, falling into the chest of the boy next to him. He felt Noel wrap his arms around him, surrounding him in the comforting scent of vanilla and Noel’s cat, Marlene. Noel started to rock them gently, swaying back and forth, doing his best to comfort the boy in his arms. He started to hum the tune of the song Mischa had sung earlier, hoping it would express the words that were rapidly building up within his brain.

Upon recognizing the tune, Mischa lifted his head, pressing a sweet kiss into his lips. Noel smiled into the kiss, not caring who was around to see them. He was already dead, there was no use in stopping himself from being happy.

Mischa pulled away, resting his head back against his chest. Noel admired his boyfriend, face hidden in his sweater, smiling into his chest. He had no idea how he had gotten so lucky to not only get to meet someone as sweet as the boy resting on him, but to be dating that boy.

He moved his hand to said boy’s hair, earning a contented hum and feeling him melt somehow closer, until neither of them could tell where Noel ended and Mischa began.

They sat there, Noel softly humming while his boyfriend clung to him, finally at peace.

Then, came the shrill noise of Ocean’s scream.

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“Final Vote,” Karnak’s robotic voice sounded, “it is time you decide, who lives, who dies,”

Noel saw Mischa quietly talking to Ricky and Jane, gesturing as if he were desperate for them to agree with whatever he was saying. A jolt of fear coursed through his body, there was no way the taller boy could be serious, there was no way he was trying to convince the other two to vote for him.

The two gave Mischa affirmative nods, and he clapped his hands in front of him in excitement. He turned his head, catching Noel’s eyes, who gave him a tight shake of the head. I’m not leaving without you! The other boy just smiled at him.

“So, how are we starting this-” Constance started to speak, only to be interrupted.

“I vote for Noel,” he said decisively, crossing the room to hold his hands, looking directly through his eyes and into his soul.

DING.

“Mischa Bachinski has cast his vote.” the robotic voice boomed.

“Misch- no- I told you, I don’t want to be alive without you,” Noel pleaded, begging him to change his answer. He only squeezed his hands and gave him a hopeful smile in response.

“I, also, vote for Noel,” Ricky spoke up, looking lovingly at Jane, who nodded in agreement.

DING. DING.

“Richard Potts and Jane Doe have casted their votes.”

“Woah woah woah woah- guys- what are we doing!?” Ocean burst in, she looked like she had just watched someone tear up her collection of first-place certificates for the St. Cassian’s Annual Spelling Bee.

“Me, guys, you were supposed to vote for me!” she was crazed, fighting for whatever sanity she had left, “and, if not me, then her,” she gestured wildly at Jane.

“Do not fret, friend, I am happy here,” she attempted to reassure, leaning her head on Ricky’s shoulder.

“I just- I- why him?” she turned, this time, on Mischa.

“Must I always repeat myself with you,” he looked away from Noel only for a moment, “the world needs more poets. Poets like Noel,” once again making eye contact with said poet.

“But- but-”

“Listen, Ocean, think about it,” Constance attempted to calm her friend, reaching for her still wildly flailing hands, “if none of us get out of this, what’s the lesson? At least this way, someone gets to live on,” she turned to look at the subject of Ocean’s outburst, “I vote for Noel too,” she smiled.

DING.

“Constance Blackwood has cast her vote.”

Noel was growing panicked. He couldn’t live, not without his friends, not without Mischa. His life would be a tragedy, and not the fun kind. He didn’t think he could bear the thought of waking up, the lone survivor of a crash that should have- and did- kill him. He didn’t want to go to school, only to see the choir room empty, void of the noise of Ocean’s incessant rambling, the monotone of Ricky’s AAC device, the quiet shuffle of Constance’s uniform skirt as she swayed in place, the sharp ding of Mischa’s phone. He didn’t want to work another shift at that stupid Taco Bell, only to find himself alone, walking home at night, instead of warm and safe, venting to Mischa in his beat up Honda Civic. He didn’t want to walk into the Blackwood Cafe and not hear Constance’s cheery greeting, he didn’t want to live in a world where he never got to eat another homemade cupcake of hers. He didn’t want to live in a world in which Ocean didn’t show up, cold and hungry, at his door past nightfall, a world in which he had no one to have a silent bond with, a world without his sister. He didn’t want to go back to being the Gay Kid in school, alone and scared and with no one to look out for him. He didn’t want to have to hold himself on the hard nights, trying to convince his brain that his boyfriend was next to him, holding him tight. He didn’t want to live in a world without dumb autotuned rap songs, and texts blowing up his phone, and snuck kisses while no one was looking. He didn’t want to be alone.

So, for once, he hoped. Hoped Ocean would come through, hoped she would convince them all to change their votes, to vote for Jane or her, anyone besides Noel or Mischa. He, for the first time in his life, wanted Ocean to be Ocean.

And, for the first time in her life, she wasn’t.

She seemed almost defeated, her confident stride lacking as she made her way to Noel, placing a hand on his shoulder, and giving him the same look he gave her everytime she knocked on his door late at night, care.

“I vote for Noel.”

DING.

“Ocean O’Connell-Rosenberg has cast her vote.”

He began to cry.

Mischa wrapped his arms around him, offering his warmth to comfort him.

“Do not cry, my poet, the world will love you,” he whispered, like a secret, into his hair. The romantic almost believed him, had it not been for the crushing reality that he had to vote for himself, or let his friends’ votes go to waste.

“I don’t want to leave you,” he sobbed into his boyfriend’s chest.

“Is all going to be okay, I promise,” he gave Noel a squeeze, and held him back, at arms length, to give him a good look.

“Please don’t make me,” the other boy pleaded, searching his face for any form of doubt. All he saw looking back at him was love, hope that Noel would go back out and share his words with the world.

“Noel, it is time you move forward,” Karnak boomed.

Noel turned toward where the elevated part of the warehouse had been, and saw the portal. He had been chosen, the only one left to decide was himself.

He had to admit, the brilliant light opening up was intoxicating. He wanted to bathe himself in it, get lost in the warmth forever, it drew him closer, he felt himself leave Mischa’s arms, walking towards the swirling light, seeing himself on the other side, safe and alive.

“Just don’t look back,” Karnak instructed. The interruption broke his focus, drawing him back to his surroundings. Just as he was about to step in, he caught himself, wanting to say a final goodbye.

He turned, looking at his friends, unsure of what to say.

Ocean ran up to him, throwing her arms around him in a hug.

“Take care of the choir room for me- please,”

“Of course, I know just how you like it,” he gave her a final squeeze, “don’t let it go to your head but- I’m going to miss losing my beauty sleep to comfort you every other night,”

She laughed into his shoulder, “I’ll find a way to keep you up, don’t you worry,”

With that, she pulled away, and Noel saw the rest of the choir, lined up to give him a farewell hug.

Constance nearly lifted him off of his feet, spinning him in hug and wishing him luck. Jane gave a surprisingly warm hug, assuring him she wanted to stay behind. Ricky nearly tackled him, thanking him for being his first friend.

Then came Mischa. This was, by far, the hardest goodbye he could face. The two collided, nearly sending them both tumbling backwards into the portal. Noel felt his face wet with tears once again.

“I will never love anyone else,” he sobbed into his boyfriend's shoulder.

“Poet, do not limit yourself because of me. I want you to be happy,”

“You make me happy,”

Mischa pulled back, looking him in the eyes one final time, before pressing a chaste kiss to his lips.

“I love you,”

“I love you, too,”

And with those final words, Mischa turned the love of his life around, and gave him a firm push, forcing him into the light.

Noel’s world went white.

#ride the cyclone #nischa #nischa rtc #passionfruit #passionfruit rtc #noel gruber #mischa bachinski #codename!talia #request #carson's writing #carson rambles #anon #anon ask #asks #rtc #reblogs encouraged #please rb this I’m begging #I want more requests please #I promise they won’t take so long next time

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fromdarzaitoleeza · 8 months

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{Quotes :Herakles - Euripides (Tr. Anne Carson), images are mine }

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moonstoast · 2 years

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—about god

#was gonna caption this ‘on god’#but then i was like #????#words #prose #writings #on god #web weave #web weaving #allie long #s. osborn #ilya kaminsky #anne carson #religion

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fairydrowning · 1 year

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"You remember too much, my mother said to me recently. Why hold onto all that? And I said, Where can I put it down?"

– Anne Carson, "Glass, Irony and God"

"You know what truly aches? Having so much inside you and not having the slightest clue of how to pour it out."

– Karen Quan, "Write like no one is reading"

#i read the second quote first and literally in seconds the anne carson quote came to my mind #love how i remember now different quotes on different topics #but anyways where can i put it down??#dark academia #light academia #excerpts #fragments #anne carson #glass irony and god #write like no one is reading #Karen quan #web weaving #literature quotes #dark academia literature #spilled words

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tendermimi · 4 months

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Sappho, If Not, Winter: Fragments tr. Anne Carson

#sappho #if not winter #anne carson #poetry #poem #greek poetry #sapphic #writings #excerpts #words #quotes

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dionyrtal · 2 months

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"It is for this reason that most of us would rather love than be loved. Almost everyone wants to be the lover. And the curt truth is that, in a deep secret way, the state of being be loved is intolerable to many. The beloved fears and hates the lover, and with the best of reasons. For the lover is forever trying to strip bare his beloved. The lover craves any possible relation with the beloved, even if this experience can cause him only pain."

—Carson McCullers, The Ballad of the Sad Café

#words #writing #carson mccullers #the ballad of the sad cafe #quotes #fragments #excerpts #q #web weaving #dark academia #dark academia aesthetic #w #on love #typography

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aubeystawby · 9 months

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➤ BARBIE CHARACTERS WITH A UNIQUE DOLL!READER request: how would barbie (margot) + ken (ryan) + allan react if the reader was not a barbie but also not a ken. basically they are just like allan, someone that doesn't fit in any of these binary roles.

margot robbie!barbie, ryan gosling!ken, allan

margot robbie!barbie

barbie is — as she always is with new dolls — super excited for your arrival

when you do arrive, she’s quick to welcome you

she introduces you to everyone but especially dolls like midge, allan, skipper, etc

she assumes you’ll drift towards all the other one-of-a-kind dolls

and just kinda be with them most of the time

which is totally fine!! she knows there probably feels like theres a barrier between dolls like you and the regular barbies and kens

...but she secretly hopes you might want to spend time with her

which is partly why she's super enthusiastic the whole time she's showing you around

she wants to make a really good impression in the hopes of you liking her

she’d never mention it, but while she loves her role in barbieland, she wishes she could have a proper close friend that isn’t ken just trying to date her

her thought process is… you’re a unique doll and you don’t have any ties to any barbies and kens, you’re just you and you’re free to befriend or not any doll you genuinely want to!

and beyond all that logic, she just really liked you from the get-go!!

she likes everyone in barbieland of course, but there was just something about you that made her really want to be you friend (or more)

imagine her joy when you continuously go out of your way to spend time with her!!

she’s of course always so kind and bubbly to everyone

which could make you feel like she might not really want you around or sees you as the same level of closeness as all the other dolls (which isn't much)

if you mention that, she kinda freezes for a second before jumping into action again

“no, y/n, i love spending time with you! more than, like, anyone!!”

“really? it just kinda feels like-“

“i’m serious!! you’re better than a bestfriend!!”

if you don’t have a house, you’re invited to hang around her dreamhouse whenever

within reason — if you spend too much time there she starts imagining what it would be like to live with you forever and freaks out

not in a bad way! she just has realisations of "oh i want to spend my life with this person and live in the same house as them" and that thought makes her short-circuit

goodness forbid you do something domestic like get her breakfast for her or brush her hair without her even asking

she'd be a GONER

also she does just like being able to be away from all the other dolls after a big day

so don't take it personally if she politely declines your invitation for a sleepover or she doesn't invite you to stay over one night

she just needs some alone time sometimes!!

barbie bends over backwards to try to convince the other barbies you should be invited to girl’s nights

you can decide how successful she is with that, but the point is she tried really hard because she wanted an excuse for you to be around as much as possible!!

in her walk & drive around barbieland every morning she says hi to you several times

the first thing she says when she wakes up is “goodmorning y/n!”

then when you join her at her car she says hi again

she’s just so happy to see you

she says it again after a whole series or “hi’s” with all the barbies and kens on the beach

she hopes the other dolls might also pick up on her habit if they haven’t already and also say hi to you!

and if they don't she'll just pointedly say hi to you again so someone takes the hint

she is so invested in your wardrobe

if your style is some sort of diffferent/alt she is SO curious

she’d want to get new clothes for herself to match you style on special occasions

or special outfits for you to match hers

but she also loves it when you both wear your own clothes with your own personal styles!!

not necessarily because of the aesthetic contrast if there is any

but because she loves the authenticity!

you both being able to be yourselves and be together

and happy! so happy!!

also these have all been kinda set pre-movie so brief spoiler warning for below

when her feet go flat you’re the first person she confides in

at first she kinda thought your feet might be flat? and the attribute rubbed off on her because you spend so much time together??

she knows now that that makes no sense, but it’s what she’d wished was the case

she also asks you about stuff like that

like she knows dolls like midge or some of the discontinued barbies have parts about them that are noticeably different from other barbies

and she’s curious about if you have something like that

ryan gosling!ken

ken isn't confused, per se, but rather doesnt really know what to do

are you invited to the barbies' sleepovers?

do you have your own dreamhouse??

is he.... allowed to pursue you romantically even though you're not a barbie?? is he meant to want to be with you like that if you're not a barbie??

(not in a sexuality sense, but in the sense of; he's ken, a barbie's boyfriend, and you're not a barbie so...? what now?)

if you have your own dreamhouse or some sort of other unique house, he is so excited and really wants to see it

but he tries not bring that up because he knows kens arent allowed in barbie's dreamhouses

so that probably means the same rules for whatever your house is, right?

now he's really confused

he tries to think if anyone's ever been in midge's house? because she's like you — one of a kind — so surely that'd mean the rules work the same with you as they do for her

he asks allan — because he's friends with midge — if he's ever been in her house before and allan's just like "?? what??"

ken did not get a straight answer

not because allan's hiding something or anything but ken was just all over the place and being really confusing in general & with his wording

when you do invite him into his house he is Shocked.

does that mean the rules are different for you?? or are they just like the barbies' and you're just like really nice???

he still doesn't have a straight answer

but he also stands at the door for a second like,

"okay what do i do now-???"

"you walk in ken... it's a door"

"wow...."

doesn't want to touch anything in your house out of fear of ruining/breaking something

but the moment you reassure him to "make himself at home" (the statement makes him so flustered and he swears he's going to faint) and he really believes you won't get mad at him for looking around, he is OFF

looking at everything

stars in his eyes the whole time

no matter if your house is a huge dreamhouse or something else like skipper & midge's treehouse

he thinks it's so cool & loves it no matter what

you're signed up for sleepovers with ken for the indefinite future now btw, you're never getting him out of your house

(if you do actually ask him to leave he is out of there at the speed of light but why would you ever wanna do that!)

he tries to remind everyone to always include your name in their daily "hi barbie!" "hi ken!"s

and then is torn between:

him wanting you to be included and not feel left out

and; his rival ken just said hi to you and he doesn't want that either!!!

he just feels so out of depth with you

not in a bad or personal way! just in general

because he doesn't really even have anyone to ask about how to go about things with you

it's not like there's many other unique dolls out there with particularly confused kens for boyfriends constantly overthinking everything

and also he's not experienced with relationships in general, and just wants to treat you right!!

he gets a hang of it though!!

with some help he realises he can just be himself with you and if something is genuinely bothering him he can just ask/talk to you about it

though he will have some wild out-there questions from time to time about your unique experiences

he'd ask allan or midge but both of them always look at him funny when he asks if they have mind-reading powers or something weird like that (and he's scared of skipper so shes also a no-go)

so that's your problem now!!

overall really loves you while also being very new to all this stuff and doesnt want to mess up

if he makes a big deal out of something seemingly little/inconsequential its because he really cares and want to do everything right for you 💛

allan

things don't happen suddenly with you and allan

there's no big burst of emotions or anything like it

it all just slowly builds up

ever since you'd arrived in barbieland you've spent a good amount with allan

standing on the sidelines at the beach watching the barbies play and kens cheer

sticking with eachother during parties

neither of you really realise it but you're with eachother like all the time every day

it had only started because you two were alike

being a unique doll that's neither a ken nor a barbie, there was only so much you could learn/do with following around one of the more welcoming barbies like a lost puppy

eventually you'd realised you didn't really like spending all day kinda just not fitting in with everyone else

and then you'd properly met allan, and things started to make sense

he showed you around barbieland his way

that included things like explanations of unspoken rules that all the other dolls had neglected to mention

and telling you about the other unique dolls/discontinued barbies

he gets what its like being your own unique doll

how different it is, how it can be hard to fit in and feel like you belong

but suddenly the two of you are alot less lonely because youve got eachother now!!

before you showed up allan's days were just floating around the sidelines of the kens' and barbies' activities alot of the time

but now more and more of his time is doing genuine hobbies and spending time with just you

also im a firm believer him and midge are friends so shes your friend now too!

group lunches together at her treehouse while everyone else is at the beach and its just nice and peaceful!!

SORRY im simultaneously spreading the allan & midge friends agenda while also trying to stop myself from spontaneously writing a midge x reader fic

i have no idea if allan has a house, you probably dont either

if you dont have a house — it takes a bit for him to be comfortable with it, but once he is — allan will totally invite you over whenever

and let you sleep over

if you do have some sort of house then you're probably at eachother's places an equal amount of time

if he doesn't have a house (yet again i have no idea if it was mentioned in canon at all) he's not like mind-blown by your house or anything like ken would be

but he's happy whenever you invite him in!!

allan probably knows whenever certain places in barbieland are relatively deserted

and once you're close enough he'll share them with you!!

(he wants to know he can trust you not to bring a ton of people and ruin the quiet atmosphere)

even though each unique non-barbie/ken doll is well... unique! there's still a level of understanding between you and allan

and if you ever feel insecure/like you don't belong, he gets it and he's there for you!!

things start slow with allan, until one day he's staying over at your house just enjoying eachother's company, and you realise wow, you guys are basically dating!

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mythosphere · 5 months

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Anne Carson and Krysty Wilson-Cairns: united in turning my research interests into gutwrenching observations of unconditional love

#i am not well #tagamemnon #classics #anne carson #an oresteia #orestes #1917 #writing #poetry

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sinligh · 1 year

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In the name of healing I bite chunks of myself daily, spit them out in my hand with the intention to wash it away later

Eventually, i end up over analyzing them, like everything else in my life

grafts of all the causes I’m still here, glued together by my mother’s fears

be the Alpha female, she said. “feed on your most beloved, a cup of the moon’s blood every night before bed for you to run alone forever, run wild, never slip”

I Shower myself with self-loathing, lick my own wounds close Keep me sane, keep me safe

loneliness to me is just another insecurity that is dangling from my prefrontal cortex, dangling right in front of my eyes… for me to see the world through it.

I spend hours looking at the bloody chunks in my hand, thinking where did i go wrong ? how much can I hold on to this heartache ?

I've been running around it all my life, running around red lines, red lines circle me, i run in circles around myself I’m all that I’ve ever knew, yet, I only know myself in fading

A distant memory, a deja vu…

All I really know, is that the only stable in my life is the fact that I exist, and that it’s a temporary state.

jamais vu.

will the lines fade if i eat what i bit off of myself again ? if i chew and chew and chew… If i teach myself to stomach it will i be whole again?

is holding on to those pieces enough to satisfy my desire to be held ?

Or does it make me a feral rogue ?

Schizophrenic delusions ticking in my head…

Sometimes I wonder if it’s my fault that I’m this alone…

then again I wasn’t the one feeding myself all the insecurities as a young child.

I wasn’t the one playing pretend.

It was never my fault, my mother thought faking happiness is the way to protect me, it was never my fault father wasn’t interested in the details, as long as I was his perfect girl…

Now, I can’t hold on to anything the way i hold on to the lunatic turmoil that makes me sway and laugh on my own personal misery.

Call it history.

Hide behind defensive humor, get my inner demons drunk on caffeine, mistake that high for happiness cause mama did too…

And wait for caffeine withdrawal to wake us up, both of us…

I’ve never been hangover, but I imagine this is how it’ll feel

The aura ? The migraine?

The urge to throw myself up to be reborn clean.

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•Quotes: Olivia Laing/Heather Havrilesky/ Olivia Laing/ Marya Hornbacher/Anaïs Nin/Camille Norton/ Alice Oseman/ eduardo C. Corral/anne carson/ Joanne Harris/ Hannah Green/Hannah Green/Lisel Mueller

•Original context: sinligh

•Art reference:

1. Sasha Hartslief, Late Night Shower, 2021. 2. Getting Up by Vincent Giarrano. 3.illustration by Owen Gent. 4. The Lovers on the Bridge, 1991. 5. "Beverly Edmier 1967' Keith Edmier, 1998

•song recommendation:

P.s: the whole album is a masterpiece ! Give it a try, thank me later.

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geopsych · 7 months

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"If there is poetry in my book about the sea, it is not because I deliberately put it there, but because no one could write truthfully about the sea and leave out the poetry.”

—Rachel Carson

#quotations #rachel carson #no one could write truthfully about the earth and leave out the poetry

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derangedrhythms · 1 year

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[…] erotic mania is a valuable thing in private life. It puts wings on your soul.

Anne Carson, from ‘Eros the Bittersweet: An Essay’

#anne carson #eros the bittersweet #other writing #fragments #s

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iliumheightnights · 9 months

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Ken convinces M/n, the owner of his doll to stay in Barbie Land with him and become a doll.

Ken: "Don't go back. The Real World sucks!"

M/n: "It...REALLY does."

Ken: "Plus here, we can just be on the beach all day."

M/n: "That DOES sound nice."

Ken: "You can even stay at my place."

M/n: "Sold."

#the barbie movie #barbie #ken #ken carson #male reader #male!reader #x male reader #x male!reader #it felt like a parody writing this #but also I just love him

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infinitesofnought · 6 days

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From Anne Carson's April 2024 Paris Review interview (x)

#only the whole is beautiful #on writing #on art #anne carson

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lttledog · 26 days

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Preface to Grief Lessons by Euripides, translated by Anne Carson.

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tendermimi · 9 months

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Euripides, Herakles (tr. Anne Carson) / Tom à la ferme, dir. Xavier Dolan

#oh my god #jesus christ im going insane #this has been in the drafts for too long #anyways #euripides #anne carson #writings #excerpts #words #quotes #parallels #web weaving #tom a la ferme #tom at the farm #xavier dolan #film stills

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asoftepiloguemylove · 1 year

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i would kill to be the cold tracing your body and shaking your bones

Steven Espada Dawson Elegy for the Four Chambers of My Brother's Heart / Anne Carson Decreation; Lines / George Seferis (tr. Edmund Keeley) from Stratis Thalassinos Among the Agapanth, Collected Poems / Elaine Kahn Romance or the End / @/the-empath-and-the-intuitive (on tumblr) / Virginia Woolf from a letter to Violet Dickinson written January 1909 / @/sweatermuppet (on tumblr) / Ocean Vuong On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous / unknown

i. Steven Espada Dawson Elegy for the Four Chambers of My Brother's Heart

[ "We're under the same moon and I'm sick / with that knowing." ]

ii. Anne Carson Decreation; Lines

[ Screenshot of a tumblr post by @/xshayarsha with an excerpt from a poem. "How long will it feel like burning, said the child trying to be kind." ]

iii. George Seferis (tr. Edmund Keeley) Startis Thalassinos Among the Agapanth

[ "The first thing God made is love / then comes blood / and the thirst for blood" ]

iv. Elaine Kahn Romance or the End

[ "I have heard it said that love turns people soft but i have never been more brutal." ]

v. @/the-empath-and-the-intuitive (on tumblr)

[ Grainy, washed out image of two statues with smashed in faces. They are turned to face each other. "After love, no one is what they were before." ]

vi. Virginia Woolf from a letter to Violet Dickinson written January 1909

[ Excerpt from a letter written by Virginia Woolf to Violet Dickinson. "I appreciate your concern. None of this is your fault. It's me. It's me and my head. / In winter, I collapse." ]

vii. @/sweatermuppet (on tumblr)

[ Grainy, black and white image of a wolf and male deer pressing their noses together. Words are sporadically placed around the image and are surrounded by a white border. "'cause / ive / always / been / scared / of / loving / someone / just / a / little / bit / more / than / im / loved" ]

viii. Ocean Vuong On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

[ Screenshot of a tumblr post by @/memoryslandscape with an excerpt from a poem. "I miss you more than I remember you." ]

ix. unknown

[ Screenshot of a forum post by a user named "robin" posted on August 11, 2022. "it gets better, i think. maybe just for a day. maybe just for a song. but there's something there to hold on to." ]

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