MORTAL, ON THE GROUND, DRENCHED IN SWEAT AND TEARS: Are You A Nightmare? Are You A Dream? APHRODITE,

Actually, life is beautiful and I have time

people talk all the time about “primal instincts” and it’s usually about violence or sexual temptations or something, but your humanity comes with a lot of different stuff that we do without really thinking about, that we do without being told to or prompted to

your average human comes pre-installed with instincts to:

Befriend

Tell story

Make Thing

Investigate

Share knowledge

Laugh

Sing

Dance

Empathize with

Create

we are chalk full of survival instincts that revolve around connecting to others (dog-shaped others, robot-shaped, sometimes even plant-shaped) and making things with our hands

your primal instincts are not bathed in blood- they are layered in people telling stories to each other around a fire over and over and putting devices together through trial and error over and over and reaching for someone and something every moment of the way

the friend you miss comes home for good. you never see another mirror. it's summer forever and that terrible thought you keep having finally disappears.

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“I lived in a house in Moscow once, where the beams and floorboards were made from an old ship’s timbers. When there was a storm at sea, the timbers used to creak and groan, even though the air around the house was quite still. The house was very old, and those timbers hadn’t been near the sea for a hundred years or more, but still they remembered. In their dreams they heard it sing.”

— Cynthia Harrod-Eagles, Anna  (via countcracula)

you wear an ancestor's face. you look like a woman you'll never meet. in that mirror, there's thousands of you. and in the bath, when you look down, she looks back, shaking and deforming in the ripples as she lies beneath the surface.

the dude who invented the rule about holding hands during a seance after noticing he’s sitting next to the guy he likes: oh haven’t you heard?

“Sometimes, even with a film I really love, I cannot tell the story precisely. Sometimes I cannot even tell what happened chronologically. But I’ll have flashes of some things. Sometimes it looks almost like a still. What I know, what I can remember is the emotion I felt. I know I loved a film because I remember feeling good in the film or feeling odd when I came out, either in tears or touched or mad.”

— Agnès Varda, from an interview with Melissa Anderson, 2001 (via filmografie)

We’re each of us alone, to be sure. What can you do but hold your hand out in the dark?

Ursula K. Le Guin, from “Nine Lives”, in The Wind’s Twelve Quarters (via antigonick)

the goldfinch, donna tartt / landscape with a blur of conquerors, richard siken / blue horses, mary oliver