( via / via )

No Land to Stand On. (Mefi thread)

"Moths

They speak of having been condemned
for crimes committed in some other
world—for torturing a lover
perhaps, for cuckolding a friend

Their penance is to fling themselves
against the lesser lights of Earth,
then freeze against the wall in fear
like haunted Midases of silver

Of silver—yes, the moths have touched
your eye for lustre, the fly-by-night;
as though they bribed you to admit
the wrongs that saw your own wings crushed"

—@huckastley

Weird Literary Novels.

"If through excessive weakness we can neither call forth pity nor do harm to others, we attack what the universe itself represents for us. Then every good or beautiful thing is like an insult." —Simone Weil via

The Occulted Paintings of Robert Lenkiewicz.