“i live on earth at present, and i don’t know what i am. i know that i am not a category. i am not a thing – a noun. i seem to be a verb, an evolutionary process – an integral function of the universe.”—r. buckminster fuller (via onlyondemairt)
“i have said before that metaphors are dangerous. love begins with a metaphor. which is to say, love begins at the point when a woman enters her first word into our poetic memory.”—milan kundera, the unbearable lightness of being, 1984 (via onlyondemairt)
sweet weight, in celebration of the woman i am and of the soul of the woman i am and of the central creature and its delight i sing for you. i dare to live. hello, spirit. hello, cup. fasten, cover. cover that does contain. hello to the soil of the fields. welcome, roots.
“Language is a skin. I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words. My language trembles with desire.”—Roland Barthes A Lover’s Discourse: Fragments via derica, ennelletti, vilis, jaune. (via tobia) (via lethebashar)
“Narrow minds devoid of imagination. Intolerance, theories cut off from reality, empty terminology, usurped ideals, inflexible systems. Those are the things that really frighten me. What I absolutely fear and loathe.”—Haruki Murakami, from Kafka on the Shore (via se7enshades)