See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

soracities:

“I am not here. I have no face. Other people have faces…Their world is the real world. The things they lift are heavy. They say Yes, they say No; whereas I shift and change and am seen through in a second.”

— Virginia Woolf, The Waves

somnoroasa:

“I see the sun, and if I don’t see the sun, I know it’s there. And there’s a whole life in that, in knowing that the sun is there.”

— Fyodor Dostoevsky, tr. by David McDuff, from “The Brothers Karamazov,”
(via atreides)

meetmymouth:

bluets, maggie nelson

weltenwellen:

Anne Carson, Plainwater: Essays and Poetry

hungwy:

i come back from a book and its like how the hell are you people just going on like this. didnt you read the book with me. how is the real world so disconnected from the whole book world i just experienced

trees-and-planets:

— Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

quecksilvereyes:

im obsessed with stories that have a fixed ending before they even start. stories with narrators who are crying as they tell it because there is only one way this can end.

there is only one way this can go.

stories where the characters might know how it all ends and beg the audience to change it, knowing they can’t. stories where the characters are unaware, but given the people they are and the situations they’re in- well, what else are they supposed to do?

stories that are loops. that start with everyone dying and getting back up again to do it one more time.

because this time, maybe, it will be different.

the narrator cries.