“If we can forgive what’s been done to us, if we can forgive what we’ve done to others. If we can leave all of our stories behind, our being victims and villains - only then can we maybe rescue the world. But we still wait here, while we’re still victims, waiting to be saved. Waiting to be discovered while we suffer.”—Chuck Palahniuk (via thecataclysm) (via viatheunremarkable) (via smtwhfs)
Moon unfolds like a fan, snaps in, winks out. In this time you say you haven’t moved, but a certain wet little planet has spun and spun. When the plane dips, you hold the arms of the seat. You say it would make sense to hold something outside, arms at least, or a double cumulus handful, or something higher, and you wonder about the higher things. For names abound, names you don’t have things for. Recall that the universe expands slightly more each day, how each time it rains the drops are travelling further. We live in a space where telescopes impale a moving body that is stationary in its own way, as is, for instance, Neptune, coldest of any planet save Pluto, whose rings are theoretical and therefore imaginary, but nevertheless may spin more quickly than the body they surround, dressed in winds and made still by them and prepared by them for the faraway naming of seas.
“Emotions, in my experience, aren’t covered by single words. I don’t believe in “sadness,” “joy” or “regret.” Maybe the best proof that language is patriarchal is that it oversimplifies feeling. I’d like to have at my disposal complicated hybrid emotions, Germanic train-car constructions like, say, “the happiness that attends disaster.” Or: “the disappointment of sleeping with one’s fantasy.” I’d like to show how “intimations of mortality brought on by aging family members” connects with “the hatred of mirrors that begins in middle age.” I’d like to have a word for “the sadness inspired by failing restaurants” as well as for “the excitement of getting a room with a minibar.” I’ve never had the right words to describe my life, and now that I’ve entered my story, I need them more than ever.”—Middlesex — Jeffrey Eugenides. (via lams)(via tsunamis)