it's not the same as being alone.

augusten burroughs || sylvia plath || haruki murakami, sputnik sweetheart || charles bukowski, the crunch || edward hopper, nighthawks || f. scott fitzgerald, the great gatsby || robert frost, desert places || d.h. lawrence || john steinbeck, east of eden || edward hopper, nighthawks (zoomed in)

Even you, if you knew how this darkness soaks me through and through, and infuses unholy fear in my essence, you would pause to distinguish what hurts from what amuses.

~D.H.Lawrence

...dark garden, dark garden, with your olives and your wine, your medlars and mulberries and many almond trees, your steep terraces ledged high up above the sea...

D.H. Lawrence, Sea and Sardinia

"I am tired. These people make me feel I have a hole in the middle of me."

- D.H. Lawrence, from The Complete Works; “The Plumbed Serpent,” 

But it is the fate of human beings to live on.

D.H. Lawrence, England, My England

Lady Chatterley's Lover, part III

He called me a terrible country snob, because I complained the streets were dirty and people dreadfully noisy, but I just have a mild case of oppositional cabin fever. As in I need to get out of this suffocating traffic and into a comfortable cabin with a view, in the middle of nowhere. He's welcome to come along.

"If you could only tell them that living and spending isn't the same thing! But it's no good. If only they were educated to live instead of earn and spend, they could manage very happily..."

and also...

"What liars poets and everybody were! They made one think one wanted sentiment. When what one supremely wanted was this piercing, consuming, rather awful sensuality."

D. H Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover

This is me, talking about how the version of “Maurice” by E.M. Forster that D.H. Lawrence read (and from which he borrowed several major plot points for his novel “Lady Chatterley’s Lover”) is not the final version of “Maurice” that we have today (and even that is not the final version, because Forster wrote an additional chapter that he later excluded where Maurice and Alec run off and become lumberjacks together, proving that even stuffy academics in the Edwardian era had lumberjack fantasies).

If Maurice and Lady Chatterley’s Lover have taught me anything it’s that in the early 20th century the virgin English upper class were terrified of sex but that their chad working class gamekeepers fucked like champions

Lady Chatterley’s Lover (2022) Dir. Laure de Clermont-Tonnerre

D H Lawrence. Lady Chatterly's Lover

Women in Love (1969) Dir. Ken Russell

A little morphine in all the air. It would be wonderfully refreshing for everyone.

D.H. Lawrence, from Lady Chatterley's Lover, 1928

She was a free, unabateable animal…there was no law for her, nor any rule. She existed for herself alone.

~D. H. Lawrence

needed this D.H. Lawrence first line today

In the end, it is only this robust, sap-like faith which keeps man going. He may live on for many generations inside the shelter of the social establishment which he has erected for himself, as pear-trees and currant bushes would go on bearing fruit for many seasons, inside a walled garden, even if the race of man were suddenly exterminated. But bit by bit the wall-fruit-trees would gradually pull down the very walls that sustained them. Bit by bit every establishment collapses, unless it is renewed or restored by living hands, all the while. D.H. Lawrence, England, My England