The four protagonists of Kenneth Grahame's The Wind in the Willows, as drawn by Igor Pankov.

Everyone tells you what to do and what’s good for you. They don’t want you to find your own answers. They want you to believe theirs.

Dan Millman

the kiss of a wave; chill and sharp and yet (for a girl of eighteen as she then was) solemn 

Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway

I’ll always remember that look on your face. You saw me. You’ve always seen me. And I think that’s all that anyone wants.

Benjamin Alire Sáenz, The Inexplicable Logic of My Life

since my friends literally could not care less; here are some of my favourite excerpts from "crush" (by richard siken)

"Wearing your clothes or standing in the shower for over an hour, pretending that this skin is your skin, these hands your hands" - dirty valentine "Tonight, by the freeway, a man is eating fruit pie with a buck knife, carves the likeness of his lover's face into the motel wall." - little beast "There are many names in history but none of them are ours" - little beast "You could drown in those eyes, I said, so it's summer, so it's suicide, so we're helpless in sleep and struggling at the bottom of the pool." - little beast " I was finding myself sleepless, and he was running out of lullabies." - little beast " Sorry about the blood in your mouth, I wish it was mine" - little beast (AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH THAT ONES SO GOOD) "I walk through your dreams and invent the future." - a litany in which certain things are crossed out " Sorry about the bony elbows, sorry we lived here, sorry about the scene at the bottom of the stairwell, and how I ruined everything by saying it out loud" - a litany in which certain things are crossed out "You see, I take the parts that I remember and stitch them back together to make a creature that will do what I say or love me back" - a litany in which certain things are crossed out "Love, for you, is larger than the usual romantic love. It's like a religion. It's terrifying." - a litany in which certain things are crossed out "We clutch our bellies and roll on the floor, When I say this, it should mean laughter, not poison" - a litany in which certain things are crossed out "You know how to ride a dirt bike, and you know how to do long division, and you know that a boy who likes boys is a dead boy" - a primer for the small weird loves "Desire driving his hands right into your body" - a primer for the small weird loves "Oh, the things we invent when we are scared and want to be rescued." - I had a dream about you "I don't really blame you for being dead but you can't have your sweater back." - straw house, straw dog "I’ll be your slaughterhouse, your killing floor, your morgue, and final resting," - wishbone "Don't make a noise, don't leave the room until I come back from the dead for you. I will come back from the dead for you." - you are jeff "You're in a car with a beautiful boy, and you're trying not to tell him that you love him, and you're trying to choke down the feeling, and you're trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body like you've discovered something you don't even have a name for" - you are jeff (24 is my favourite from this poem omgomgomgomg) " I sleep. I dream. I make up things that I would never say. I say them very quietly." - meanwhile "the knives in the kitchen are singing for blood" - meanwhile "the gentleness that comes, not from the absence of violence, but despite the abundance of it." - meanwhile (FUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCK THIS IS SO GOOD) "Is that too much to expect? That I would name the stars for you?" - meanwhile "Moonlight making crosses on your body, and me putting my mouth on everyone." - meanwhile "The way you slam your body into mine reminds me I'm alive" - meanwhile "I am singing now while Rome burns. We are all just trying to be holy. " - meanwhile "We are all going forward. None of us are going back." - meanwhile. ok I am done I love that collection so so much- personal favorites include "you are jeff", "wishbone", and "meanwhile" Read it if you'd like

"...the truly characteristic thing about modern life was not its cruelty and insecurity, but simply its bareness, its dinginess, its listlessness."

- George Orwell, 1984

So many things are possible just as long as you don’t know they’re impossible.

Norton Juster, The Phantom Tollbooth

I saw her that way after all 🤘

Sol azul

Debes saber aunque ya eres consciente, que en mi mente eres asidua, y que para consumirme nadie existe como tú mejor cliente. Todo cuanto planeo es para ti, aunque tú nunca aparezcas, siempre estás y allí te siento, pese a que jamás intervengas, eres mi último episodio, o quizás el motivo inspirador, eres final y principio, inicio y conclusión. Imagino que soy rey, y que paseo por mis tierras, y aunque no te vea ni te sienta sé que tú serás mi reina; me imagino apresado, confinado en calabozo, y sé que tú estás al otro de las rejas. Si vuelo, tus alas están cerca, si nado, tú eres la marea, siempre al lado, vigilando, ausente pero alerta, una sombra a la que amo sin conocer a ciencia cierta. Del cuadro la témpera del fuego la hoguera, del acero la mella del muro la hiedra, yo siempre soy la acción y tú después las consecuencias, cada paso cada acción, me supone tu creencia ¿Yo te llamo? ¿Tú me sigues?¿Cómo explicas esta ciencia? Me da igual la solución mientras suponga tu presencia.

“Nothing is easier than to denounce the evildoer; nothing is more difficult than to understand him.”

― Fyodor Dostoevsky

You the love of my life, but I'm not yours.

mod kirumi, can i please have a yuri moodboard with soft themes?

here you are, nonnie. let me know if you'd like something changed.

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-mod kirumi 🕸️

But sometimes you make a choice in that moment and you know in your heart it’s going to change everything.

Daydream Nation

It’s never too late to start over. If you weren’t happy with yesterday try something different today. Don’t stay stuck.

Alex Elle

this poem is one of my favourites, as well as

'Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep' - Mary Elizabeth Fry

'The Morning After I Killed Myself' - Meggie Royer

'The Orange' - Wendy Cope

Did I ever tell you the story about...

...the first humans? You might think I'm referring to Adam and Eve, but, I don't mean the biblical ones. See, in Greek mythology, the first humans didn't look anything like they do today. Or how Adam and Eve were depicted in the bible.

It's said that humans were fearsome creatures. They were simultaneously man and woman - you know, hermaphrodites? And they were said to have four arms, four legs, and a head with two faces. That sounds sillier than it does scary but these creatures were so powerful that they struck fear into the heart of Zeus himself. Yeah, THAT Zeus. Not only him but all the other gods of the pantheon as well, because it was said that those humans had the capacity to overrule the gods and take their place.

Now, a simple solution would be to just slay them all like they did the titans. However, with no humans around, there would be no more offerings to the gods. And, what good is being almighty if there is no one to worship you? That was what the humans were for, after all. So, Zeus devised a plan.

With his mighty lightning, he struck the humans - not to kill them, but split them in half. This would double the population of humans to worship the gods, and it would diminish their power entirely - they'd be cursed to wallow in sorrow for all of eternity, searching for the other part of them that made them whole until they died of despair. A fitting punishment, Zeus thought, for their hubris.

It was Apollo who pitied them upon seeing their pain. He sewed the broken creatures back together, so the two individual halves would not die without each other. This created the visage of humans alive now. One face, two arms, two legs. Powerless and meek things, they could now exist independently of their divine counterpart, and I suppose in time, we grew complacent with these forms, over many reincarnations. Because, souls cannot be broken apart. Even when you're half of yourself, you are still one entire soul.

It's that soul however that you and your soulmate share... Your soul will always try and reunite you with your other half on a cosmic and ethereal level - and you'll know when you've encountered them, because you'll be reminded of what it's like to possess true power - something so strong that it can dethrone a god. Not one, but the entire pantheon. Love. It is surprisingly the one thing we have that the gods don't. They can't possess it, or comprehend it, despite their immense power, they're unable to know love.

It's quite romantic, and quite tragic, and entirely horseshit when you think about it. You're whole enough on your own, your soul is complete without any sort of divine intervention or coming together in harmony with another. You're entirely capable of living and loving and experiencing, on your own. I know that, you know that, and yet...

As always I hope that whoever finds this bottle, it finds you well on a pleasant shore, and that the pearl of wisdom inside somehow serves you someday.

With all my love,

from the shipwreck.

“Rilassati. Raccogliti. Allontana da te ogni altro pensiero. Lascia che il mondo che ti circonda sfumi nell’ indistinto.”

Italo Calvino, “Se una notte d’inverno un viaggiatore”

Il faut de la force pour pleurer en public. Seuls les faibles cachent leurs sentiments derrière une carapace.

Dr Daniel Ryan, The Man In The High Castle

Their dynamic (gambling) pt.1

extra:

original by sashacall

I haven't uploaded a drawing in a while but I found this and it made me think of them.

6.5.21

took my lit exam yesterday and holy cow the prompts really threw me for a loop but i think i did okay! also here’s somewhat of a picture of my current desk setup because i haven’t done one recently :)

🎧 movement - hozier