For a year I have called every black tree Marya Morevna; I have looked for your face in the patterns of the ice.
"We are not the same. But we are, somehow, one."
The universe is big. It’s vast and complicated and ridiculous. And sometimes, very rarely, impossible things just happen and we call them miracles.
im home alone. this would be a great time to whip out my
massive bible. there’s nothing quite like reading the word of our lord and savior without anyone around to distract you. amen
Szeged Synagogue, Hungary
Fall 2014 RTW | Samuel Cirnansck
Cut a chrysalis open, and you will find a rotting caterpillar. What you will never find is that mythical creature, half caterpillar, half butterfly, a fit emblem of the human soul, for those whose cast of mind leads them to seek such emblems. No, the process of transformation consists almost entirely of decay.
—Pat Barker, Regeneration
”her heart was so cold that she could hold ice in her mouth and it would never melt.” - deathless, catherynne m. valente
the sunset after the grayest of days