“what are dreams but an internal wilderness and what is desire but a wildness of the soul?”

“her voice was soft and soothing, like some distant lullaby you couldn't place.”

“the spider's web: she finds an innocuous corner in which to spin her web. the longer the web takes, the more fabulous its construction. she has no need to chase. she sits quietly, her patience a consummate force; she waits for her prey to come to her on their own, and then she ensnares them, injects them with venom, rendering them unable to escape. spiders – so needed and yet so misunderstood.”

— Neil Gaiman, The Sandman

— Vincent van Gogh

— Unknown

the memory of a memory, Katie Maria

Alex Light

The Addams Family (1991)

Georges Bataille

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A formless thought that thinks of you.

Benjamin Alire Sáenz