zaricats:

i am what you made me: unlovable

LETTER TO HIS FATHER (1919, franz kafka)
FRANKENSTEIN (1818, mary shelley)
GREAT EXPECTATIONS (1860, charles dickens)
DEXTER (2008, “our father”, dir. keith gordon)
ELEKTRA (420-414 BC, sophocles)
THE LAST DAYS OF JUDAS ISCARIOT (2005, stephen adly guirgis)
PARADISE LOST (1667, john milton)
SHARP OBJECTS (2006, gillian flynn)

derangedrhythms:

“What do you do from morning to night?” “I endure myself.”

E. M. Cioran, The Trouble With Being Born, tr. Richard Howard

zegalba:

I-80 highway through Wyoming. nicknamed The Sisters, for the three sets of hills that create an optical illusion of the road rising into the sky

tributary:

tributary:

tributary:

it is actually very common for people to say “there are no innocents on the side of my enemy.” against such an opponent you can theoretically justify anything

a lot of people are very enthusiastic about violence towards “acceptable” targets, and will expand the list of acceptable targets in order to satisfy this desire.

distrust those in whom the urge to punish is strong.

quasarkisses:

actually i love angst and heartbreak and tragedy and hurt/comfort and hurt/no comfort and whump and the catharsis of my own pain (perceived as invalid) processed through the safe and removable veil of fiction

I don’t always want happy endings. some of the best stories end with graves and ghosts

cemeterything:

cemeterything:

i will ALWAYS clap my hands excitedly and lean forward in my seat when someone tells a character to “keep your dog on a leash” only for it to turn out they’re referring to another person

the way it reframes the entire relationship dynamic between the two people being addressed. the way wilful loyalty becomes hopeless devotion. the way aggression and violence goes from honorable and rational to bestial and instinctual. the ways faith and trust intersect with codependency and reliance. the questions about power and who wields it in the relationship it opens up. the way it functions as both an insult and an expression of intimidation, of fearful submission.

bostonpoetryslam:

“It’s not the grail we want, but to journey toward our longing. We want to find the tomb empty.”

— Traci Brimhall, “Sans Terre,” from Our Lady of the Ruins

latibule-e-deactivated20231012:

— Margaret Atwood, from “Morning in the Burned House.”

soracities:

somedaybyallmeans:

latibule-e-deactivated20231012:

— Louise Glück, from “Timor Mortis.”

If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.

— Jane Austen

Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra

fromdarzaitoleeza:

fromdarzaitoleeza:

Sanna Wani, “Who is the Sun, Asking for Sleep?”, My Grief, the Sun // Brenna Twohy, A Coworker Asks Me If I Am Sad, Still

Fortesa Latifi, from The Truth About Grief.