There Was Only Void, And How Are You Supposed To Give Form To Something That Doesn’t Exist?

He chose the latter. . . . . .

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Shirley Jackson ― We Have Always Lived in the Castle

“It’s not insane to imagine that sometimes even horrible people are searching for a way out of their own darkness.”

— Tahereh Mafi, Defy Me (via thebookquotes)

“In certain areas of my life, I actively seek out solitude. Especially for someone in my line of work, solitude is, more or less, an inevitable circumstance. Sometimes, however, this sense of isolation, like acid spilling out of a bottle, can unconsciously eat away at a person’s heart and dissolve it. You could see it, too, as a kind of double-edged sword. It protects me, but at the same time steadily cuts away at me from the inside.”

— Haruki Murakami, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running

“I am not magic enough. I’ve tried, but I’m just flesh, blood yet to spill.”

— Danez Smith, from Short Film

1. // 2. Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart // 3. Simone Weil, An Anthology of Selected Writings // 4. // 5. Czesław Miłosz, from “The Song.” // 6. L’Amica Geniale, Those Who Leave And Those Who Stay // 7. Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 // 8. Third Eye - Florence + The Machine, art by @sunsbleeding // 9. Susan Sontag, Reborn: Journals and Notebooks, 1947-1964 // 10. Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays

I cannot remember when last I felt alive. I am tired. So terribly tired.

Dreams flooded over me; I lay weary and hopeless in my bed.

Franz Kafka