—Kafka on the Shore, Haruki Murakami.

If life can remove people you never dreamt of losing, it can replace them with someone you never dreamt of having.

-@lipikkawrites

- reyna biddy

myths & martyrs, and what they leave behind.

transformers comic (source by @mythgradeconstellation, fellow ORV lover??) // André Malraux quoted by Mary Gordon in Joan of Arc: A Life // Gregory Orr // the tragic hero; michael kinnucan, the gods show up // Loss, H.D. // Margarita Karapanou // Hélène Cixous, The Selected Plays of Hélène Cixous // this post // it's hard to be a saint in the city, Bruce Springsteen //  i know it’s over, the smiths // unknown // on earth we're briefly gorgeous, ocean vuong // unknown

I am too fond of reading books to care to write them.

ig credit: vintagesoul_reads.

Thinking of you, even now

Darling, I Left the House, by Joseph Brodsky || Nickie Zimov || Faces in the Crowd, Valeria Luiselli || Garden of Words, Makoto Shinkai || Love, Alex Dimitrov || This is Not a Love Poem, Caitlyn Siehl

ANOTHER SKETCH DUMP! Featuring more of me playing with lineless art. Batman reborn era trio (dick, damian and steph) I miss you...when will you return from war. Also featuring Steph designs bc I've seen ppl dissatisfied w/ her current look, some good mom Talia, and Jason Todd poetry club. Duke is confused not that Jason would start a poetry club but that he'd have such mid poetry opinions. (ID in Alt)

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30𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝖩𝗎𝗇𝖾, 2022 @ 5:26 𝖯.𝖬.

𝖣𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌, 𝗌𝖺𝖽𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝖽𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗎𝗋𝗄 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗎𝗇𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾. 𝖲𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖿𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗎’𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗇𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝖽, 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌. 𝖸𝖾𝗍, 𝖨 𝖺𝗆 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌. 𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝖽𝗀𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖿, 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗍, 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝖽𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖸𝗈𝗎’𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗅. 𝖮𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀.

𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖮𝖿 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖨 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗏𝗂𝗏𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖺. 𝖮𝖿 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝖼𝗋𝗒 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗎𝗇𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝖽𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨, 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿, 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝗎𝗂𝗅𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝖺𝖽𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖨 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗇. 𝖮𝖿 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖮𝖿 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾. 𝖮𝖿 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗐 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖨 𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝖨 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾. 𝖨𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝖾𝗏𝗈𝗅𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗇𝖽. 𝖸𝖾𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗆𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝗑 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅𝗌. 𝖨𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝖽���𝖾𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌. 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗐𝖾. 𝖬𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝖨 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗍. 𝖧𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝖨 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖨 𝗀𝗈 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗍, 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖨 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖨 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝖾𝖺𝖼𝖾.

𝖸𝖾𝗍, 𝖨 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝖽. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝗎𝗌. 𝖶𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖶𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖬𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝖾 𝖻𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍.

𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦.

—Kafka on the Shore, Haruki Murakami.

Time does not heal your grief, it teaches you to how to wear it.

-@lipikkawrites

J. Estanislao Lopez, from "Alternate Ending: The Invention of Science", We Borrowed Gentleness

"For fear of being intense, I end up being distant."