fixations

obsession meets compulsion

Last night I dreamt about you. What happened in detail I can hardly remember, all I know is that we kept merging into one another. I was you, you were me. Finally you somehow caught fire.

—Franz Kafka

counting down like fall makes a difference

(Source: Spotify)

As for the usefulness of poetry, its uses are many. It is the deification of reality. It should make our days holy to us. The poet should speak to all men, for a moment, of that other life of theirs that they have smothered and forgotten.

—Edith Sitwell

I am not eccentric. It’s just that I am more alive than most people. I am an unpopular electric eel set in a pond of catfish.

—Edith Sitwell

when i grow up i want to have a stable set of emotions

I want to be held by something so large it makes me feel invisible
I want to turn off the noise and make our love into something that needs no words- not given up as a burden or an offering but as something no longer necessary, like wings in the sea or oxygen in death. I want to see how things might change without the language we invented to conceal our thoughts from each other and ourselves.

I want to be held by something so large it makes me feel invisible

I want to turn off the noise and make our love into something that needs no words- not given up as a burden or an offering but as something no longer necessary, like wings in the sea or oxygen in death. I want to see how things might change without the language we invented to conceal our thoughts from each other and ourselves.

(via weallneedalittlefixing)