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 {extra credit blog post}

In this mouth I gather darkness, an aria,
rosewater tongue, tympanic bone,
a poem more quiet than quietness,
a bronze song, something undone, salvia,
a crushed butterfly.
It is the blood on a light bulb, the seventh sadness,
a fluctuation that closes oceans and eyes.
The vermilion and solitary luminary
shimmies and singes the feathers of the aviary.

Moon, the clock’s word, dear mother, ruin, rain.
Simone Muench, “Elegy for the Unsaid” (via petrichour)
You have to write as if everyone involved in the story is dead.
Hermione Lee, on biography (via theparisreview)
liefplus:

wow boooost ,credit to angela shier for this

liefplus:

wow boooost ,credit to angela shier for this

theparisreview:

“Surely supernovas explode that instant, somewhere, in some galaxy. The hut vanishes, and with it the sea and the sands—only Karun’s body, locked with mine, remains. We streak like superheroes past suns and solar systems, we dive through shoals of quarks and atomic nuclei. In celebration of our breakthrough fourth star, statisticians the world over rejoice.”The winner of the Bad Sex in Fiction Award.

theparisreview:


“Surely supernovas explode that instant, somewhere, in some galaxy. The hut vanishes, and with it the sea and the sands—only Karun’s body, locked with mine, remains. We streak like superheroes past suns and solar systems, we dive through shoals of quarks and atomic nuclei. In celebration of our breakthrough fourth star, statisticians the world over rejoice.”

The winner of the Bad Sex in Fiction Award.

thesoviette:

theremina:

Grimoire Almadel in Shibuya

I’ve been here! This place is insane!!

What is the source of our first suffering? It lies in the fact that we hesitated to speak… It was born in the moments when we accumulated silent things within us.
Gaston Bachelard, Water and Dreams (via invisiblestories)
[potential] background for animation project

[potential] background for animation project

Illustrations for animation project