#margaret atwood

“The desire to be loved is the last illusion. Give it up and you will be free.”

— Margaret Atwood

3. Why do you write?

I hate writing about my writing because I have nothing to say about it. I have nothing to say about it because I can’t remember what goes on when I’m doing it. That time is like small pieces cut out of my brain. It’s not time I myself have lived. I can remember details of the rooms and places where I’ve written, the circumstances, the other things I did before and after, but not the process itself. Writing about writing requires self-consciousness; writing itself requires the abdication of it. 

Margaret Atwood, ‘Nine Beginnings’, in The Writer On Her Work, edited by Janet Sternburg (Virago Press, 1992)

moss angel / lloyd schwartz / unknown / purity ring / dalton day / margaret atwood

the feminine urge to have a depression diagnosis and an unhealthy attachment to fleabag

“the ever-present watcher peering through the keyhole, peering through the keyhole in your own head, if nowhere else. you are a woman with a man inside watching a woman. you are your own voyeur.” by margaret atwood

“i’m not a religious person but i do sometimes think god made you for me” from normal people

the kind of chill set deep within your bones