(ALL MADE OF STARS.)

"I was running again along the path, next to the alder bushes. I felt that I had bathed in another’s grief, that I was radiant with his tears. The feeling was a happy one, which I have since experienced only rarely: at the sight of a bowed tree, a pierced glove, a horse’s eye. It was happy because it had a harmonious flow. It was happy as any movement or radiance is happy. I had once been splintered into a million beings and objects. Today I am one; tomorrow I shall splinter again. And thus everything in the world decants and modulates. That day I was on the crest of a wave. I knew that all my surroundings were notes of one and the same harmony, knew—secretly—the source and the inevitable resolution of the sounds assembled for an instant, and the new chord that would be engendered by each of the dispersing notes. My soul’s musical ear knew and comprehended everything."
→Vladimir Nabokov, “Sounds”
From The Stories of Vladimir Nabokov

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Literacy Privilege: How I Learned to Check Mine Instead of Making Fun of People’s Grammar on the Internet

It feels like the author’s point should be common sense, but much like many forms of privilege or oppression we’ve unconsciously internalized, it’s good to get checked. A very worthy read.

(via loveyourchaos)

♔

"
..This life
is built almost entirely
of love

and losing,

isn’t it?
"
→Andrea Gibson (Somewhere, A Carpenter)
(Source: ignite-my-veins, via loveyourchaos)

♔

"
If I never see you again
I will always carry you
inside
outside

on my fingertips
and at brain edges

and in centers
centers
of what I am of
what remains
"
→Charles Bukowski

♔

Literacy Privilege: How I Learned to Check Mine Instead of Making Fun of People’s Grammar on the Internet

"..This life is built almost entirely of love and losing, isn’t it?"

"If I never see you again I will always carry you inside outside on my fingertips and at brain edges and in centers centers of what I am of what remains"

"
..This life
is built almost entirely
of love

and losing,

isn’t it?
"

"
If I never see you again
I will always carry you
inside
outside

on my fingertips
and at brain edges

and in centers
centers
of what I am of
what remains
"