But I Am A Star. I Feel That I Am A Star. Shattered. I Am A Shard Of Glass On The Ground.

Lou Reed

Velimir Khlebnikov, from The Collected Works of Velimir Khlebnikov; “Lyrics,”

𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔢 ℑ 𝔪𝔦𝔰𝔰 𝔦𝔱, 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔞 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢 𝔞𝔤𝔬.

mutuals in this life are just those who happened to frequent the same 19th century opium den in a past life

i think there’s something very wrong with me

“it’s starting to smell like pumpkin spice!”

“it’s starting to smell like scary movies!”

no.

it’s starting to smell like, the snow in the mountains was melting and bunny had been dead for several weeks before we came to realize the gravity of our situation.

devotion this salvation that. what about fallen saints. saints who once were adored and perfect in the eyes of their god but fell from its grace. saints who once served their divine so faithfully they were seen as extensions of it, yet were given an order they could not fulfill. saints who couldn’t bear the prayers of the innocents ringing in their ears. saints who were once blessed with power and glory. saints who discarded it all in exchange for freedom.

i have acquired 29 novels and a 2-year-long weekly subscription of time magazine. my friends think i’m crazy. mission accomplished

the book fair in my city is tomorrow i’m preparing to go bankrupt now

Virginia Woolf, from The Complete Works; “Carlyle’s House and Other Sketches,”