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"Myths are stories about people who become too big for their lives temporarily, so that they crash..."

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“Myths are stories about people who become too big for their lives temporarily, so that they crash into other lives or brush against gods. In crisis their souls are visible.”

- Anne Carson, Introduction to Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides (via filthiestlaugh)

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aseaofquotes: Tom Robbins, Still Life with Woodpecker

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aseaofquotes:

Tom Robbins, Still Life with Woodpecker

nevver: Milo Manara

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nevver:

Milo Manara

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1000drawings: BENJI DAVIES LOVE.

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1000drawings:

BENJI DAVIES

LOVE.

courais: literature meme. 9 poems. mutually assured...

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courais:

literature meme. 9 poems. mutually assured destruction, sherman alexie. (x)

When I was nine, my father sliced his knee
With a chainsaw. But he let himself bleed
And finished cutting down one more tree
Before his boss drove him to EMERGENCY.
Late that night, stoned on morphine and beer,
My father needed my help to steer
His pickup into the woods. “Watch for deer,”
My father said. “Those things just appear
Like magic.” It was an Indian summer
And we drove through warm rain and thunder,
Until we found that chainsaw, lying under
The fallen pine. Then I watched, with wonder,
As my father, shotgun-rich and impulse-poor,
Blasted that chainsaw dead. “What was that for?”
I asked. “Son,” my father said. “Here’s the score.
Once a thing tastes blood, it will come for more.”