“We ate the birds. We ate them. We wanted their songs to flow up through their throats and burst out of our mouths. We wanted their feathers to bud from our flesh. We wanted their wings, we wanted to fly as they did, soar freely among the treetops and the clouds, and so we ate them. We speared them, we clubbed them, we tangled their feet in glue, we netted them, we spitted them, we threw them onto hot coals, and all for love, because we loved them. We wanted to be one with them. We wanted to hatch out of clean, smooth, beautiful eggs, as they did, back when we were young and agile and innocent of cause and effect, we did not want the mess of being born, and so we crammed the birds into our gullets, feathers and all, but it was no use, we couldn’t sing, not effortlessly as they did, we can’t fly, not without smoke and metal, and as for the eggs we didn’t stand a chance.
We’re mired in gravity, we’re earthbound. We’re ankle deep in blood, and all because we ate the birds, we ate them a long time ago, when we still had the power to say no.”—Margaret Atwood (via viciousfrenzy) (via harpy)
Holly Golightly: You know those days when you get the mean reds? Paul Varjak: The mean reds, you mean like the blues? Holly Golightly: No. The blues are because you’re getting fat and maybe it’s been raining too long, you’re just sad that’s all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you’re afraid and you don’t know what you’re afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling? Paul Varjak: Sure. Holly Golightly: Well, when I get it the only thing that does any good is to jump in a cab and go to Tiffany’s. Calms me down right away. The quietness and the proud look of it; nothing very bad could happen to you there. If I could find a real-life place that’d make me feel like Tiffany’s, then - then I’d buy some furniture and give the cat a name!
“Even now, all possible feelings do not yet exist, there are still those that lie beyond our capacity and our imagination. From time to time, when a piece of music no one has ever written or a painting no one has ever painted, or something else impossible to predict, fathom or yet describe takes place, a new feeling enters the world. And then, for the millionth time in the history of feeling, the heart surges and absorbs the impact.”—(via viciousfrenzy) (via harpy)
I like to dance. I like dancing, I love dancing. I want to dance all day everyday. All types of music, all types of dancing. There are dances that are best danced alone, but I don’t know this for sure. I have never danced with someone else., well I have, but it wasn’t really dancing, we weren’t truly dancing, it didn’t feel like we were, I want to dance with someone, I want to be in complete sync with them, I want to feel the same way I do when I dance by myself.