[ID: excerpt from ‘The Glass Essay,’ Anne Carson
“Soul is the place,
stretched like a surface of millstone grit between body and mind,
where such necessity grinds itself out.Soul is what I kept watch on all that night.”]
forcetendre liked this 
cervvidae liked this slaughtervoid reblogged this from konvalia
obsidian-halo liked this 
viceviolet reblogged this from uneorchide 
michellemybellethebeatles reblogged this from uneorchide 
heavenstorms liked this 
uneorchide reblogged this from konvalia 
merlotheaux reblogged this from konvalia 
kafffeesatz reblogged this from konvalia gloamless reblogged this from hearteyedtaurus
your-lovely-head reblogged this from hearteyedtaurus - your-lovely-head liked this
hearteyedtaurus reblogged this from idiolectbarbie - hearteyedtaurus liked this
idiolectbarbie reblogged this from konvalia 
miumiugirl liked this 
auratically reblogged this from konvalia 
reiina liked this avaguetrembling liked this
harlotstarletcarmen liked this 
roseverie liked this intricaciesofhepainfullyordinary reblogged this from zaqnabut
ajarfullofdreams liked this
anthemers reblogged this from zaqnabut oswinoswaldappreciationlife liked this
zaqnabut reblogged this from konvalia solemnsorrow reblogged this from konvalia
fokingghost reblogged this from konvalia maddenly liked this
to-insanity liked this
1351818251914151811 liked this 
oandrescodeontem liked this theglassespredicament liked this
deathpetal liked this
vildeng reblogged this from konvalia
heartcravings liked this 
brewzd liked this mynestofdreams reblogged this from soolregn
soolregn reblogged this from megandraper
sacredl0tus reblogged this from u-r--lovely