#carson;

[radioactive-yuri]

me when the character has a uniquely fucked mindset. me when the character's fundamental views of how the world works lead to them being hurt and/or hurting others and not seeing the problem with this. me when the character is a little freak who does weird shit because their beliefs, inspired entirely by their environment, are fuckeddddd

[ivynightshade]

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am an observer, but not by choice.’

[text id: my fist has always been clenched around the handle of an invisible suitcase. / i am always ready to leave. / there is not a single room in this world where i belong.]

[carsonzworld]

Repost, I forgot his moles...

[typewriter-worries]

The Glass Essay, Anne Carson | Molly Brodak, Molly Brodak

[petaltexturedskies]

Sappho, If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho (tr. by Anne Carson)

[pocket-goose]

she gets me she just does

[wordscanbeenough]

Anne Carson, from "Tag"

[feminineambrosia]

Beautiful face and body, wow!

[glacierclear]

new glacier oc.

[watermotif]

So,​ your life. There it is before you – possibly a road, a ribbon, a dotted line, a map – let’s say you’re 25, then you make some decisions, do things, have setbacks, have triumphs, become someone, a bus driver, a professor of Indo-European linguistics, a pirate, a cosmetologist, years pass, maybe in a family maybe not, maybe happy maybe not, then one day you wake up and you’re seventy. Looking ahead you see a black doorway. You begin to notice the black doorway is always there, at the edge, whether you look at it or not. Most moments contain it, most moments have a sort of sediment of black doorway at the bottom of the glass. You wonder if other people are seeing it too. You ask them. They say no. You ask why. No one can tell you.

A minute ago you were 25. Then you went ahead getting the life you want. One day you looked back from 25 to now and there it is, the doorway, black, waiting.

— anne carson, gloves on!

[flowerytale]

Anne Carson, from The Glass Essay

[thecollectibles]

Mermay by Lara Carson

[luthienne]

Anne Carson, from Nox

[louisegluck]

Anne Carson, from Red Doc> [ID in alt text]

[mournfulroses]

Sophocles, from "Electra: A Tragedy," translated by Anne Carson

[petaltexturedskies]

There is a theory that watching unbearable stories about other people lost in grief and rage is good for you—may cleanse you of your darkness. Do you want to go down to the pits of yourself all alone? Not much. What if an actor could do it for you? Isn't that why they are called actors? They act for you. You sacrifice them to action. And this sacrifice is a mode of deepest intimacy of you with your own life.

Anne Carson, from Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides; Tragedy: A Curious Art Form