Premunchedinspiration - Hey

“Conversation should touch everything, but concentrate itself on nothing.” – Oscar Wilde

getting back into lotr is like. i believe in the power of choosing to do good even when you don’t feel like you’re good. the power of healing instead of hurting even if healing hurts more than hurting. the power of being unable to heal and of finding relief in the unknown. i want to be kinder. i want to be better. i want to be gentle and unburdened again but i have to walk on and on. does any of this have meaning? why of course even if you can’t remember or find the meaning of it in this very instance. it’s okay. you can cry. it’s okay. you did your best. what does it mean to be a good person? i want to believe that i can change and change the course of things even if i’m insignificant in the grand scheme of things. no one is insignificant in the grand scheme of things. i would walk with you to the end of the world and beyond to the next world too and the one after that. don’t leave me behind. i love you. i love you and i must leave you but i will always remember you. i love you. until our roads converge once more, be happy and eat well. thank you for following me to the end, i’ll see you again after the last star falls.

“You alone keep me – you are the only chain that links me to time – but for you I should be free – And yet I cannot be destined to live long; A hatred of life must consume the vital principle – perfectly detached as I am from the world, I cannot long be a part of it. I feel that all is to me dead except the necessity of viewing a succession of daily suns illuminate the sepulchre of all I love.”

— Mary Shelley, from a diary entry featured in The Journals of Mary Shelley (via violentwavesofemotion)

idea: scene with two characters eagerly stripping each other clearly about to bone, but they keep getting interrupted by finding carefully concealed weapons in each other’s clothing, so they keep just unholstering, revealing and unstrapping increasingly ludicrous amounts of hidden guns and knives as the clothes come off, and it’s lowkey killing the mood a little

“Despair takes you again and you remain sitting like a total invalid, sniveling until dark, darkness that brings endless insomnia and a dawn sadder than the dusk it preceded.”

— Arthur Rimbaud, from a letter to Isabelle Rimbaud wr. c. July 1891

MAY: ephemerality, emptiness, evolution & ecstasy.

May 3, The Diaries of Franz Kafka, 1910-1914

May, Christina Rossetti

Mural, Mahmoud Darwish

Courage, Anne Sexton

Letters to Véra, Vladimir Nabokov

May Morning, Stephen Vincent Benet

The Sensible Thing, F. Scott Fitzgerald

The Young May Moon, Thomas Moore

Spring: House of Light, Mary Oliver

Corinna’s Going a Maying, Robert Herrick

May 27, The Diaries of Franz Kafka, 1910-1913

been thinking about trees