End of March: Archive

"do you wake up as i do, having forgotten what it is that hurts or where, until you move? there is a second of consciousness that is clean again. a second that is you, without memory or experience, the animal warm and waking into a brand new world. there is the sun dissolving the dark, and light as clear as music, filling the room where you sleep and the other rooms behind your eyes." jeanette winterson

I’ve been seeing so many beautiful quotes from her lately I need to read more of her books (I’ve only read Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit)
Thank you.

Nov 20, 20118 notes

Hɑlf in ɑ dreɑm, she pointed to ɑ roll of cloth. "There, on thɑt one I expected ɑ pɑttern of rosebushes to bloom." She turned. "And on thɑt one for the leɑves to chɑnge from green to gold to red. And up there on the wɑll the mountɑins should be pink in the sunrise ɑnd white beneɑth the moonlight. I wɑnt to see weɑvings with pɑtterns of sorrow ɑnd joy, or courɑge, mercy, ɑnd goodness." She stopped, feeling heɑt come into her fɑce. Where hɑd those words come from? -Avielle of Rhiɑ, by Diɑ Cɑlhoun.

Oh lovely, I’ve had her book Aria of the Sea on my to-read list for a long time now (can’t find it), but I’ll add this one as well :)
thank you!

Nov 20, 20116 notes

"The cherry jam shone bright red amongst the black and yellow wasps, and the wind stirred the branches of the oak trees, and spots of sunlight raced over the moss." - just close your eyes, imagine this :) It's an excerpt from one of my favourite books, Helena or the Sea in Summer, by Julián Ayesta

Beautiful, I will look it up, thank you. It conjured a wonderful picture in my head.

Nov 20, 20117 notes

nietzche says, "there is always some reason in madness," and i can only believe that's true because as i lay in bed, fingertips pressed against my thighs and shadowy nightmares struggling to break into my ivory skull, the only thing i see is the glimmer of the rising sun just beyond my eyelids.

Nov 20, 20118 notes

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You haven't posted some of your writing in a while. I miss your words.

I have no words right now. November has stolen them all away with its winds and days that both blind and stifle you.
I’m hoping they will come back on the back of the North wind, through a starless sky.
Or maybe they won’t, maybe they are not mine anymore.

Nov 19, 20116 notes

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#art

Nov 18, 2011325 notes

#tales

Nov 17, 201114 notes

I’ve always been really nervous about sharing the music I like. It’s quite nerve-wracking for me. Making 8tracks mixes is a way of working on becoming more at ease in sharing the music I like.
But yeah, I’m always hesitating before making new mixes and posting music on this tumblr.

Nov 17, 20116 notes

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#pieces #art

Nov 15, 20113,134 notes

#grayscale

Nov 15, 201158 notes

#art

Sometimes I feel guilty about spending so much time reading children’s fiction instead of doing other, more constructive things. Then I call it “research” and feel better about myself.

Nov 14, 20118 notes

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#grayscale

I’ve finally re-opened/updated my book blog! Yeah!

Nov 14, 20113 notes

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#tales

Nov 14, 2011621 notes

#winter

Nov 13, 201124 notes

#art