Pinned
One of the worst feelings in the world: when you are just desperate, like claw-your-own-skin-off desperate, to create, but the only thing that even vaguely appeals to you to work on is a nebulous half-feeling that might be dreamily related to some half-formed notion of a concept. I must! Make! No thing! Only make!
Everything is boring. All activity is meaningless. I understand why Sherlock Holmes did cocaine.
𝗍𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝗒 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗅𝗍
𝖨𝗀: 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾_𝗌𝖺𝗅𝗍_
On hope
night walk, franz wright// hope in the dark, rebecca solnit// ? // ? // just give me a reason, pink// shake it off, taylor swift// @ hiddengemm_ on x // @mounaks // to be made whole, ada limon// @garcavisconde // jane massey// orange juice, noah kahan// why why why, shawn mendes// ?// august, taylor swift
IN THE DARK TIMES, WILL THERE ALSO BE SINGING?
from Lady Chatterley's Lover, D.H. Lawrence (via)
“Grief will come to you. Grip and cling all you want, It makes no difference. Catastrophe? It’s just waiting to happen. Loss? You can be certain of it. Flow and swirl of the world. Carried along as if by a dark current. All you can do is keep swimming; All you can do is keep singing.”
from How Beautiful the Beloved, Gregory Orr (via)
Lev St. Valentine (via)
letter to Gustave Flaubert, 27 June 1870, George Sand
from Collected Poems; Horses at Midnight Without a Moon, Jack Gilbert (via)
from On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous, Ocean Vuong (via)
Snow and Dirty Rain, Richard Siken (via)
YES, THERE WILL ALSO BE SINGING. ABOUT THE DARK TIMES.
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but if i gave up on being silly i wouldn't know how to be alive