From The Very Beginning, And Throughout The Whole Of Our Affair, I Had The Privilege Of Knowing What

I am the hurting kind. I keep searching for proof.

Ada Limón, The Hurting Kind

From now on it is not dying we must fear, but living.

Arundhati Roy, The End of Imagination

of burning but unwasting fire

- Virginia Woolf, Orlando

Tomorrow either I will murder you or you will rinse the knife in water

Garous Abdolmalekian, Flashback tr. Ahmed Nadalizadeh and Idra Novey

I am a song about the great pain of joy.

Dagna Ślepowrońska, tr. Regina Grol

theories which isolate art and its appreciation by placing them in a realm of their own, disconnected from other modes of experiencing, are not inherent in the subject-matter, but arise because of specifiable extraneous conditions. […] Theory can start with and from acknowledged works of art only when the esthetic is already compartmentalized, or only when works of art are set in a niche apart instead of being celebrations, recognized as such, of the things of ordinary experience. Even a crude experience, if authentically an experience, is more fit to give a clue to the intrinsic nature of esthetic experience than is an object already set apart from any other mode of experience.

- John Dewey, Art as Experience

nah bro, you live in a society, i live in a homoerotic victorian romance novel

her eyes are pure stars, and her fingers, if they touch you, freeze you to the bone.

- Virginia Woolf, Orlando

the tenderness…. 

I often see how you sob over what you destroy, how you want to stop, and then a moment later you are at it again with a knife, like a surgeon.

Anaïs Nin, Henry and June