my name is ashera. pronounced ash-urr-ahh. I'm white. it's not very interesting. I date men. That's also not interesting. I'm an ENTP, which is mildly interesting. I have strong opinions about things and sometimes clue you in on my personal life, but not often so don't hold your breath. I have awkward mannerisms. I enjoy chasing skunks and setting fires.

Everything must have been once. That’s why life seems to me like a ghostly undulation. History does not repeat itself; yet it seems as if our lives are caught in the reflections of a past world, whose delayed echoes we prolong. Memory is an argument not only against time but also against this world. It half uncovers the probable worlds of the past, crowning them with a vision of paradise. Regrets spring from the nadir of memory.”

E. M. Cioran, Tears and Saints, trans. Ilinca Zarifopol-Johnston (adapted from touba)

“love is the every only god

who spoke this earth so glad and big
even a thing all small and sad
man,may his mighty briefness dig

for love beginning means return
seas who could sing so deep and strong

one queerying wave will whitely yearn
from each last shore and home come young

so truly perfectly the skies
by merciful love whispered were,
completes its brightness with your eyes

any illimitable star”

e. e. cummings, “[love is the every only god]” from 100 Selected Poems (via proustitute)