whose idea was mornings
Annnnd, let’s hastily privatize those things I wrote while not sober.
… true, algebraic love of humanity is inevitably inhuman; and the inevitable mark of truth is—its cruelty. Just as the inevitable mark of fire is that it burns. Show me fire that does not burn.We, Yevgeny Zamyatin (via themaraudersaredead)
You will find out what trouble means when you build your own road. That’s the job that will claim your hands. Once you are cleaned up & in your dress shoes, the girls will no longer hide you in their night. You have a country song in your bottle of blood. You have one thousand other jobs to finish & you will need tools & several bolts of cloth, little friend. You will even need to know how to spell the names of the animals in the yard before the frost appears in their water troughs. & it will snow for longer than what you can count up to.
by Joshua Marie Wilkinson,
The Book of Whispering in the Projector Booth (2009).
That’s the job that will claim your hands.
Townes & Friend
from tonight’s True Detective. perfect pick.
fingers walk the darkness down, mind is on the midnight. gather up the gold you found, you fool it’s only moonlight. if you stop to take it home your hands will turn to butter, better leave this dream alone. try to find another
salvation sat and crossed herself and called the devil partner. wisdom burned upon a shelf, who’ll kill the raging cancer. seal the river at its mouth, take the water prisoner. Fill the skies with screams and cries; bathe in fiery answers
I’mmmmmm on the seventh episode already.