#on time

[akindplace]

the fact that life keeps going when you’re going through something unbearable feels so terribly unfair. it feels like the world won’t stop moving so fast when all you wanted was for it to stop until you catch your breath, but that’s just not possible.

there is infinite sadness and grief in loss and a memory might be enough to bring your mind back through years, but not being able to physically go back is sickening.

and i am still grieving all that i lost, and sometimes i am so exhausted i feel the need to be quiet, and i wish the whole world could go slower. but it’s a good thing that life goes on. i got to go on. it took a lot of effort to move on, but i am here, alive. i am here! i don’t think i ever truly believed i would get here. some things don’t hurt as much anymore. the world kept moving and it forced me to move with it. it forced me to face a lot of what caused me so much pain. the grief will always be here, but so will be this proud feeling of having survived, the feeling of happiness, joy, laughter, and relief.

time doesn’t heal all things. but it brings news types of joy too.

#on joy #on time #on being human #on nostalgia #on longing #on survival #original writing #self-compassion #me #on my life

[kitchen-light]

To know the night is a lot like knowing poetry, and knowing poetry requires what Keats called “negative capability,” the capacity for “being in uncertainties, mysteries, doubts, without any irritable reaching after fact and reason.” To know the night means having the clarity that some things are and should be and always will be hidden, for the night has been, or is, or should always be, the time of lovers, revolutionaries, and other conspirators. The night world is that which should be, or once always was, veiled.

Anne Boyer, from her essay “The Fall of Night”, Lapham’s Quarterly, Volume XII, Number 1 | Winter 2019

#anne boyer #john keats #quotes #essays #words #found* #on time #on poetry

[movedac-c]

HAPPY (very late) BIRTHDAY TO DARK AND TSC :D

Have some birthday art I definitely didn’t just doodle after realizing I completely skipped drawing anything for TSC and Dark’s birthdays…

#animation vs animator #animation vs minecraft #ava #avm #alan becker #art #ava the chosen one #ava the dark lord #the dark lord #the chosen one #the second coming #ava the second coming #IM NOT LATE #TOTALLY #DEFINITELY #ON TIME #chodark

[sinligh]

It’s late July, A lost breath of soulful desperation bled half the year that has passed over my eyes, painting a veil like fabric that blinded me mercifully.

can time really heal anything? I’ve been struggling with digesting all that it stored for me…

My cruel heart is only a result of the ignorance that i built brick by brick from its remnants

I even named the process defensive mechanism.

It’s early august, I’ve held on to a routine for as long as i can, living off of small accomplishments; cause what’s the alternative?

Prisesstant melancholy? Undoubtable anguish?

I became insensitive to time passage, like a child that never knew health only saw it as a blanketing apology covering everyone they love.

a child that can vividly touch the heaviness of the life they’ll carry for as long as they’re allowed to.

I’ve been accumulating feelings like corpses that are waiting to be identified in a morgue.

frozen above my brainstem, that until the heat of the summer caused them to melt and overlap into a storming ocean; leaving little versions of me to drown in their waves

and I as a helpless outsider watching from a coast and hoping i could pour all of this in one single poem, or maybe aspire it all like you’d do a patient with fluids in their lungs: Thoracentesis.

And use it as a supply to wash away the catatonic rage that flows through my veins.

reality is ringing it’s bell inside the cavity where my eyes should be, and even though i can hear it.

It’s taking me longer than I thought it would to reach; cause thats all i can do.. try.

I measure my self value interchangeably with all the pieces of me i left behind to comfort others.

That and all the leftovers of my mother’s life.

My soul is constantly tugging.

Tugging, tugging, tugging. Never in the same direction but it’s still clear that it wishes to be free from me.

Emotionally attached to this and that to her and him

But they’re never enough; i never am…

And I’m so tired of it all, the never ending self loathing.

But to whom do I confess ?

Who would acknowledge my longing, Who will embrace my infelicitous desire to be held together or even just touched,

an innocent reminder of my existence, to ease me into being a human again, especially after I starved myself for the sake of nourishing others.

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•Quotes: Louis Tomlinson/ Taylor swift/ Henry Miller/ Rainer Maria Rilke/Helen Oyeyemi/Anne Sexton/Franz Kafka/Susan Sontag

•Original context: Sinligh

•Art reference:

1. Timothy Archer - The blue rider. 2. The Train by Ben McLaughlin. 3. Paintings by Raymond BonillaRaymond. 4. Ottoman Beauty with a Butterfly by Harold H. Piffard. 5. Side Light by Quang Ho. 6. Painting by Alex Kanevsky. 7. Fine Morning by Sally Strand. 8.painting by Steven J. Levin

#sinligh poem #on enduring #on time #on everything #original poem #quotes #louis tomlinson #holding on to heartache #taylor swift #august #henry miller #rainer maria rilke #helen oyeyemi #anne sexton #franz kafka #susan sontag #web weaving #word weaving #spilled emotions #spilled poem #blotched words #compilation #parallels #blotchedpoems #art #art parallels #art compilation #dark academic aesthetic #feminine rage #fuck the patriarchy

[pratchettquotes]

It is the nature of the universe that the person who always keeps you waiting ten minutes will, on the day you are ten minutes tardy, have been ready ten minutes early and will make a point of not mentioning this.

Terry Pratchett, The Fifth Elephant

#samuel vimes #sam vimes #havelock vetinari #the fifth elephant #discworld #terry pratchett #schedule #scheduling #meetings #calendar #punctuality #late #running late #early #on time #nature of the universe #don't mention it #oneliner

[fairydrowning]

"Time is not a straight line, it's more of a labyrinth, and if you press close to the wall at the right place you can hear the hurrying steps and the voices, you can hear yourself walking past on the other side."

– Tomas Transtromer (1931-2015), from "Answers to Letters", in: "The Great Enigma", translated from the Swedish by Robin Fulton

#on time #dark academia #light academia #excerpts #fragments #poetry #books & libraries #spilled thoughts #spilled words #literature quotes #book quotes #classic literature #literary quotes #english literature #words #booklr #chaotic academia #dark academism

[llovelymoonn]

victoria hannan marshmallow \\ sheila hati pure colour \\ richard siken war of the foxes: “the stag and the quiver”

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#on the future #on the past #on time #mine #my webweaving #webweaving #web weaving #webweave #web weave #web weaves #webweaves #web #ww #parallel #parallels #parallelism #compilation #webs #compilations #intertext #intertextuality #comparative #comparatives #wordweaving #word weaving #wordweave #word weave #wordweaves #word weavings #word weaves

[fragmentedessence]

"And if Time is anything akin to God, I suppose that Memory must be the devil. "

Diana Gabaldon; Outlander

#writing #quote #on time #on memory #diana gabaldon #outlander

[othellho]

— Elisa Gabbert, “I Don’t Want to Hear Any Good News or Bad News”

#poetry #you could waste some time and be happy #words #on happiness #on time #for keeps #elisa gabbert

[acidsaladd]

this is very much Not on time anymore, i am in fact 2 days late, BUT i still finished it and i like it so here it is lmao

heres my take on @whitexisneutral​ ‘s dtiys!! :D

[id: It is a digital redraw of @/whitexisneutral​‘s dtiys with Kai, Lloyd, and Nya from Ninjago in a subway train. The three of them are on one side of the train with the doors and windows to their backs and a row of chairs in front of them. The windows directly behind them are casting light onto their backs, the window behind Lloyd is a bright green color, Kai’s is bright red and Nya’s is a bright blue and each window has the symbol of their respective element. Both Lloyd and Kai are standing while Nya is sat beside them.

Lloyd has his head lowered but his eyes are looking up, he is wearing black hoodie with green details, a gray shirt, dark gray jeans, a black cap with green design and a black chest bag. His hair is up in a little ponytail and he is holding onto a pole with one hand. Beside him, Kai is holding onto a handgrip, he has his head raised, his eyes looking to the side. He is wearing a pair of red sunglasses resting on top of his head, a black jacket with red details, a black shirt tucked into gray pants and a black belt. Next to him, Nya is sitting with her back to the pole and her legs laying on the other seats. One of her legs is tucked into her chest and she is leaning one arm on it. She is wearing a black long sleeved shirt with blue details, with the shoulders left open, and a pair of black ripped jeans. /end id]

#this was very rushed and i still didnt manage to finish :[ #on time #but it was v fun #:D #ok i need to stop looking at this cus i keep seeing mistakes iljdfhg #whitex300 #cositos #ninjago #kai ninjago #lloyd garmadon #nya ninjago #nya smith #kai smith #lloyd ninjago

[immagrosscandy]

my mom reminded me to share my drawings with the world xd

so here i show you some of my homework!

#mostly practicing using shapes and lines of action for characters #all of em made at like- 4am #because i forgor #to make them #on time #...anyways #character design #character art #myart #hand drawings #cartoon characters

[kitchen-light]

Three kinds of people tell us the future: prophets, scientists, and writers. One could argue that writers occupy the liminal space between the other two. The writer’s impulse to draw connections, identify patterns, establish syllogisms—what cognitive psychologists call “the enormous complexity, and idiosyncrasy, of human minds, the detailed contents of which are largely unknown even to the individual concerned”—seems irrepressible, as if our neurons force us to make sense of all things, all the time. Like the bird-reading seers of ancient Greece, we cannot help ourselves. In Islam, the concept of predestination is one of the six articles of faith, like the Oneness of God and the Day of Resurrection. Maktoob, one says—it is written. Maktoob, مكتوب‎, has the same root as the word “book,” kitab, کتاب‎; perhaps this is because books allow us to foresee (they say great writers have the gift of foresight). What, then, is a prophecy? It is what is already known. Those who can interpret the writing—prophets, scholars, poets—simply make it visible to us. Joseph Brodsky (raised, too, on plentiful Greek myths) says literature “is a dictionary, a compendium of meanings for this or that human lot, for this or that experience. It is a dictionary of the language in which life speaks to man. Its function is to save the next man, a new arrival, from falling into an old trap, or to help him realize, should he fall into the trap anyway, that he had been hit by a tautology.”

Anna Badkhen, from her essay “How to Read the Air”, published in The Paris Review, November 3, 2020

#anna badkhen #quotes #essays #words #found* #on time #on poetry

[irhabiya]

literally howwwww do u cope with knowing your parents are getting older :'))))

#it's killing me it hit me a few days ago that i remind them to take their meds and schedule their appointments and make sure they go to bed #on time #the last one. god. GOD #my dad has trouble sleeping and yesterday i had to remind him not to stay up late and made sure he took his medications before bed #then i went back to my room to study and like 15 minutes pass and i heard something in the living room #and he was sitting there and he smiled apologetically at me. i used to do that😭😭😭 god i used to sneak out of bed too #i haven't stopped thinking about it since yesterday im gonna fucking cry if i keep thinking about it #enoughdhdhdj

[papillon-de-mai]

For instance, if I am walking through the city and look into one of those quiet courtyards where nothing has changed for decades, I feel, almost physically, the current of time slowing down in the gravitational field of oblivion. It seems to me then as if all the moments of our life occupy the same space, as if future events already existed and were only waiting for us to find our way to them at last, just as when we have accepted an invitation we duly arrive in a certain house at a given time. And might it not be, continued Austerlitz, that we also have appointments to keep in the past, in what has gone before and is for the most part extinguished, and must go there in search of places and people who have some connection with us on the far side of time, so to speak?

— W.G. Sebald, from "Austerlitz"

An innate desire to “arrest the passage of time”.

#w.g. sebald #wg sebald #sebald #lit #literature #austerlitz #on time #on the passage of time

[tamsoj]

[...] any meeting with another human being is collision for me now. It is always expensive, and I will not waste my time.

May Sarton, from Journal of a Solitude

#may sarton #journal of a solitude #journals #on time

[leehallfae]

“the word ‘time’ split its husk; poured its riches over him; and from his lips fell like shells, like shavings from a plane, without his making them, hard, white, imperishable words, and few to attach themselves to their places in an ode to time; an immortal ode to time. he sang.”

— virginia woolf, mrs. dalloway

#my reading #quote #prose #words #virginia woolf #time #on time #mrs. dalloway