And by “talk about that shit” I really mean marvel wordlessly at its literary glory.

(via libraryland)

seriously, my preference for stories is becoming problematic. 

Lately, I’ve been a bit obsessed with the concept of toska. If you’re a bit unfamiliar with the term, like I was until recently, here is a quick definition.

There is something inherently poetic about toska. But more than that, what I find most striking about the concept is its ability to bridge connections. Truthfully, by sharing the individual experience of toska, perhaps those who know it can become less lost. And as such, I was wondering if you could help me with a small project. I’ve decided to try and collect some stories of toska. You can submit them in my ask box or blog, or if you are the more daring sort you can simply reply to this post. I don’t know if anyone will be interested in sharing or even take notice of this little bundle of words, so we’ll see if this takes off or not. I don’t quite know what to do with these stories yet, so if I get enough submissions, I’ll ask for suggestions as to their fate.

with love,

Kat 

little red riding wolf

rough draft for my Studio Art class.