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Cain, Lord Byron

Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

“What happened to your face?“ Blue asked. Adam shrugged ruefully. Either he or Ronan smelled like a parking garage. His voice was self-deprecating. “Do you think it makes me look tougher?” What it did was make him look more fragile and dirty, somehow, like a teacup unearthed from the soil, but Blue didn’t say that. Ronan said, “It makes you look like a loser.” “Ronan,” said Gansey. “I need everyone to sit down!” shouted Maura.” 

THE MOIRAI: In Greek mythology, the Moirai, often known in English as the Fates, were the white-robed incarnations of destiny. They were three goddess who controlled the thread of life of every mortal from birth to death. Clotho spun the “thread” of human fate, Lachesis dispensed it and Atropos cut the thread (thus determining the individual’s moment of death).

ain’t that just the way

No mourners. No funerals. Among them, it passed for ‘good luck.

— Heid E. Erdrich, from “Public Grief,” Little Big Bully

Over the Garden Wall

#soft

over the garden wall + favorite soundtracks

MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU 

Anne Carson, Grief Lessons

want one?

robert mapplethorpe | lydia cheng, 1987

#is that your mAd quEeN?

Emilia Clarke for Harper’s Bazaar UK