It seems to me that the desire to make art produces an ongoing experience of longing, a restlessness sometimes, but not inevitably, played out romantically, or sexually. Always there seems something ahead, the next poem or story, visible, at least, apprehensible, but unreachable. To perceive it at all is to be haunted by it; some sound, some tone, becomes a torment – the poem embodying that sound seems to exist somewhere already finished. It’s like a lighthouse, except that, as one swims towards it, it backs away.

Louise Glück, Proofs & Theories: Essays on Poetry (with thanks to Whiskey River)

[tvwrambling]

wow this show just made me burst into tears over a character i don’t even like

[tinsnip]

#DS9

[indigobluerose]

I don’t know why, but this is my favorite picture of them.

• Lwaxana Troi, daughter of the Fifth House of Betazed, the Holder of the Sacred Chalice of Rixx, and Heir to the Holy Rings of Betazed: *fucks shit up*

dat neck by ~biostasis