To identify what you are, to be loved by what
you identify, I thought, This is how the blood sings into the self.
I thought what was hollow in me would be shaped into music.

Terrance Hayes, “Arbor for Butch”
#lit  

i write differently from what i speak, i speak differently from what i think, i think differently from the way i ought to think, and so it all proceeds into deepest darkness.

Franz Kafka, Letters

(via beryl-azure)

(via musashi-no-kami)

#humans  

Do not let yourself be guided by the feeling of lust or love

Miyamoto Musashi

If I could count you
the times I missed you
It’ll outnumber the stars

N
#lit  #haiku  #N's  

Tell my story, begs the past, as if it was a prayer
for an imagined life or a life that’s better than the life you live.

Terrance Hayes, “For Brothers of the Dragon”
#lit  

When you have no music,
everything becomes a form of music. I bet
somewhere in Mississippi there is a skull
that only a sharecropper’s daughter can make sing.
I’ll steal that sound.

Terrance Hayes, “A House Is Not a Home”
#lit  

(via leopoldgursky)

#humans  

The strength I’m looking for isn’t the kind where you win or lose. I’m not after a wall that’ll repel power coming from outside. What I want is the kind of strength to be able to absorb that outside power, to stand up to it. The strength to quietly endure things - unfairness, misfortune, sadness, mistakes, misunderstandings.

Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

The darkness in the outside world has vanished, but the darkness in our hearts remains, virtually unchanged.

Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore