“You are not capable of love because you cannot understand what it is to care for someone else more than yourself. If you loved me, you would have let me go by now.”
Via: Dark Romance Mommy
Via: Dark Romance Mommy
“Well perhaps I let her believe I was a little more…angelic? But deep down, I think she knew. Greatness requires sacrifice. Who you sacrifice to matters less than what you sacrifice for. And in the end, she became what she wanted to be.’
Addie shakes her head. “But the artists. Think of all they could have done. Don’t you mourn the loss?”
Luc’s face darkens…
“Of course I do,”he says. “But all great art comes with a cost.” He looks away. “You should know that. After all, we are both patrons, in our way.”
But when it’s late, and he is gone, and she is left to wander, the opera plays on, perfectly preserved inside the prism of her memory, and Addie wonders, softly, silently, if their souls were a fair price for such fine art.” Via: Doja Cat
“Being forgotten, she thinks, is a bit like going mad. You begin to wonder what is real. After all, how can a thing be real if it cannot be remembered? It’s like the Zen koan, the one about the tree falling in the woods. If no one heard it, did it happen? If a person cannot leave a mark, do the exist?”
Artist: Daniel Ametefe Kukubor (@ametkukubor)
And this is what she’s settled on: she can go without food (she will not wither). She can go without heat (the cold will not kill her). But a life without art, without wonder, without beautiful things- she would go mad. She has gone mad.
What she needs are stories.
Stories are a way to preserve one’s self. To be remembered. And to forget.
Stories come in so many forms: in charcoal, and in song, in paintings, poems, films. And books.
Books, she has found, are a way to live a thousand lives- or to find strength in a very long one
Artist: Silvana Cimieri
Via: Karla Welch Stylist
But Addie knows too well now, knows that these stories are full of foolish humans doing foolish things, warning tales of gods and monsters and greedy mortals who want too much, and then fail to understand what they’ve lost. Until the price is paid, and it’s too late to claim it back. Never pray to the gods who answer after dark.
Via: Daily Mail
“The old gods may be great, but they are neither kind nor merciful. They are fickle, unsteady as moonlight on the water, or shadows in a storm. If you insist on calling them, take heed: be careful what you ask for, be willing to pay the price. And no matter how desperate or dire, never pray to the gods that answer after dark.“