springof1960:

me doing stand up: here’s a funny thing i’ve noticed: sometimes when you’re dreaming, you know it is a dream. you see the precious split right down the middle, between sense and magic, and you can hold there in that wonder before you wake up.

audience: we are dreaming with you.

violentwavesofemotion:

“The dusk is pouring quicksilver into my blood.”

— Grete Tartler, from Orient Express: Poems; “The Coanda Effect,”

zadiest:

i refuse to die until things are better and that is a threat