"I was concerned with the idea that I would have to die eventually, and so would everyone I loved. My father, who carried me on his shoulders whenever I got tired? He would have to die one day. My mother, who smelled so much like flowers that I would think of any excuse to make her bend down close to me (“Is there something on my face?” was a favorite ploy) because sometimes, as she did, her long black hair would fall over my face and I could pretend it was my own hair? She too was going to die. Whether it happened now, soon, or later didn’t matter. Once someone died, time was irrelevant, time was useless, time was over."

(via Rookie » Restless Spirit)

Carson McCullers

she died of alcoholism
wrapped in a blanket
on a deck chair
on an ocean

all her books of
terrified loneliness

all her books about
the cruelty
of loveless love

were all that was left
of her

as the strolling vacationer
discovered her body

notified the captain

and she was quickly dispatched
to somewhere else
on the ship

as everything
continued just
she had written it

(Source: poemhunter.com)

"An unlimited capacity for work and for pleasure that satisfies yourself, your own needs, first and foremost——that’s the only kind of leaning in I’m interested in."

#carsonmccullers #thosearmstho

"Dear Dick," I wrote in one of many letters, "what happens between women now is the most interesting thing in the world because it’s least described."

"what would it take for you to really give up on someone
I wrote this in my journal about 7 years ago
I give up on the journal more than I give up on other people
every few months I write an entry and I say ok every
day now an entry and
the journal is all like this guy again really
really the journal is always there for me though it is like me"

#picstitch Progress with Carson. Who read the world in a year and a half. My kind of lady.

"On the Internet, we’re like kids staring at our faces in spoons. But since the Internet is sort of everything, it seems like it’s impossible to say anything true about it."

(via 1980 Chinese comic book adaptation of Star Wars found in Shanghai: Shanghaiist)

"I also have a lot of older men who don’t understand why I have my job and it’s not theirs."


Vogue Paris December 1971