April 18, 2014

i’ve been on a bus for 20 hours & i have another 16 to go. it’s alright though because everyone on this bus has triumphed over normal boundaries & instead of just individuals we’ve become unified as “people stuck on a fucking bus”   

"Cut a chrysalis open, and you will find a rotting caterpillar. What you will never find is that mythical creature, half caterpillar, half butterfly, a fit emblem of the human soul, for those whose cast of mind leads them to seek such emblems. No, the process of transformation consists almost entirely of decay."
Pat Barker, Regeneration (via elucipher)

(Source: awritersruminations, via elucipher)

April 17, 2014
"You may take notes for 20 years, from morning to night at the bedside of the sick… and all will be to you only a confusion of symptoms, which, not being united in one point, will necessarily present only a train of incoherent phenomena. Open up a few bodies: This obscurity will soon disappear, which observation alone would never have been able to dissipate."
April 16, 2014

spoliamag:

“Bees are the smallest of birds. They are born from the bodies of oxen, or from the decaying flesh of slaughtered calves; worms form in the flesh and then turn into bees. Bees live in community, choose the most noble among them as king, have wars, and make honey. Their laws are based on custom, but the king does not enforce the law; rather the lawbreakers punish themselves by stinging themselves to death. Bees are afraid of smoke and are excited by noise. Each has its own duty: guarding the food supply, watching for rain, collecting dew to make honey, and making wax from flowers.”
From a medieval bestiary.

spoliamag:

Bees are the smallest of birds. They are born from the bodies of oxen, or from the decaying flesh of slaughtered calves; worms form in the flesh and then turn into bees. Bees live in community, choose the most noble among them as king, have wars, and make honey. Their laws are based on custom, but the king does not enforce the law; rather the lawbreakers punish themselves by stinging themselves to death. Bees are afraid of smoke and are excited by noise. Each has its own duty: guarding the food supply, watching for rain, collecting dew to make honey, and making wax from flowers.”

From a medieval bestiary.

(via aruspex)

"There ought to be books for sleeping : in the most vicious style, with barely chewable words, long as fingers, words that twirl into incomprehensible silver curlicues at the end ; consonantal knickknackeries (or at most an occasional dark vowel in ) : books to fight thoughts."

-Arno Schmidt (via plzpityshatov

if anyone knows the book/text this comes from, let me know 

not one girl I think
            who looks on the light of the sun
                         will ever
                          have wisdom
                          like this

— Fragments of Sappho, trs. by Anne Carson 

April 13, 2014

                      ]frequently
                      ]for those
I treat well are the ones who most of all
           ]harm me
                      ]crazy
                      ]
                      ]
                      ]
                      ]you, I want
                      ]to suffer
           ]in myself I am
aware of this
]
]
]

— Fragments of Sappho, trs. by Anne Carson 

"because I prayed
this word:
I want"
Fragments of Sappho, trs. by Anne Carson 
April 11, 2014
perma-scowl:

i’m available for weddings

perma-scowl:

i’m available for weddings

meet my cat, babydoll

meet my cat, babydoll