A writer understands his work as something that originates with him but then, with any luck, gets away from him.
(via c0untessbathory)
Nobody’s going to save you. No one’s going to cut you down, cut the thorns thick around you. No one’s going to storm the castle walls nor kiss awake your birth, climb down your hair, nor mount you onto the white steed. There is no one who will feed the yearning. Face it… Do it yourself.

“When the Japanese repair broken objects, they aggrandize the damage by filling the cracks with gold. They believe that when something has suffered damage and has a history, it becomes more beautiful.”
~ Barbara Bloom
(Source: ryandonato, via miss-mary-quite-contrary)


Hard Headed Woman, Wanda Jackson
—Fujiyama Mama, Wanda Jackson
—This has nothing to do with propagating The species is continued as so many are (among the smaller creatures) by fission (and this species is very small next in order to the amoeba, the beginning one) The paramecium achieves, then, immortality by dividing But when the paramecium desires renewal strength another joy this is what the paramecium does: The paramecium lies down beside another paramecium Slowly inexplicably the exchange takes place in which some bits of the nucleus of each are exchanged for some bits of the nucleus of the other This is called the conjugation of the paramecium.
Freaky early-twentieth century illustrations by Artuš Scheiner (1863–1938). Compliments of the very awesome Journey Around My Skull.
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