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— Virginia Woolf, Orlando (via theclassicsreader)

— Clarice Lispector, from Complete Stories; “Beauty and the Beast or The Enormous Wound”

I'm not clear enough in the head to feel anything but varieties of dull anger and arrows of sadness.

Rainer Maria Rilke, "The First Elegy"

Carl Jung, Dream Analysis: Notes of the Seminar Given in 1938–1940

I’ve never felt more seen in a work of literature

raskolnikov lives in the tiniest most decrepit room of all time and somehow razumikhin has managed to fit every single person he knows inside of it

-Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Crime and Punishment

kate kretz, une femme d’un certain âge, 2014

(grey hair of many women, hand embroidered on black cotton)

richard papen's favourite book being the great gatsby works so perfectly and i can't get over the parallels between him and nick carraway. repressed, doomed to romanticise people and situations, hopelessly obsessed with and devoted to mysterious reckless drivers

Eugene Thacker, "Nine Disputations on Theology and Horror", Collapse: Philosophical Research and Development, Vol. IV

time after time

Excerpt from A Certain Hunger, written by Chelsea G. Summers.