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I miss feeling things

#unfortunately someone wounded my heart a tiny bit once and since then I’ve been medicated to the point of utter apathy #sorry for the annoying personal post but I miss feeling vaguely human and not like a literal empty shell

filmescapism

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docdust

I have just watched ‘Nomadland’ with the wonderful Frances McDormand. A deeply moving road movie about freedom, loss, grief, the inability to ever enter into a relationship again, about community spirit, about being old and about having to accept any job that comes along.

And gorgeous landscapes.

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anungulateaday

Przewalski’s Horse [Equus ferus przewalskii]

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evertestati

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worldscoolest

Carbon County series by John Sanderson.

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salemwitchtrials-deactivated202

[ID: an excerpt from ‘Memory,’ a poem by Evelyn Graham Frost

“I dreamt I drank the colour of your voice;”]

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miamaimania

White Cliffs of Dover (2023) by Toby Coulson ⌘ Two figures where the island ends

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beguines

I wouldn't even be a religious person were it not for poetry, which has not only repeatedly brought me into contact with an other, but has seemed to demand something of me in its wake—very like Teresa's visions. But poetry remains perpetually open. God moves through art but doesn't get stuck there. I sometimes think he gets stuck in theology—fixed, frozen, and therefore inevitably falsified.

Miroslav Volf and Christian Wiman, Glimmerings: Letters on Faith Between a Poet and a Theologian

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nobrashfestivity

Edvard Munch, themes of isolation:

Woman on sea coast, 1888

Evening melancholy , 1891

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worldscoolest

Just received a very small batch of ‘Every Pill I Took: 2000 – 2001’ by Michael Lorenzini.

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heavenlyyshecomes

I stared at all the types, and a terrible feeling of loneliness swept over me; this in spite of my special wish to be alone that night. I felt that everyone was cut off from me, that it would always be so, and that nothing I could do would ever make any difference. I turned away from the people hating them passionately, yet longing to be taken into their bosoms.

Denton Welch, A Voice Through a Cloud

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