December 2010
27 posts
With the words I’ve prescribed to everything I’ve loved, I’ll build a fortress- an anechoic chamber- and I’ll be safe.
“I can’t think of any greater happiness than to be with you all the time, without...”
– Franz Kafka, The Castle (via vial)
“Suffering is voiceless in the metaphorical sense that silence becomes a sign of...”
– David D. Morris, in the Chapter About Suffering: Voice, Genre, and Moral Community in Social Suffering (via Elitist Queerdo)
