𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟷, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺, 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹
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same month, same exhaustion, different century

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𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟷, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺, 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹
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same month, same exhaustion, different century
— February 24, 1918 / Franz Kafka diaries
Jeremy Radin, from "Lazar Wolf the Butcher" (poem written during staging of Fiddler on the Roof at Paper Mill Playhouse, shared on his IG page) [ID'd]
- Evelyn Waugh, from Brideshead Revisited (1945)
― Ivan Turgenev, Fathers and Sons (translated by George Reavy)
Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body
Of all the universes in the universe, you had to walk into my universe ✨
by tamfarrell…
I hope Scorpio finds people they can truly trust, open up to, and rely on. I hope they find that understanding and tolerance.
I hope Scorpio find relationships with all the intimacy, rawness, and vulnerability they desire and sometimes need.
Osip Mandelstam (translated by Andrew Davis)
I didn’t want any flowers, I only wanted
To lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty.
How free it is, you have no idea how free—
The peacefulness is so big it dazes you,
And it asks nothing, a name tag, a few trinkets.
Sylvia Plath, “Tulips” from Collected Poems
— Sylvia Plath, from The Bell Jar
... peeling oranges this ... sharing tangerines that ... what about cutting and de-seeding pomegranates for the ones you love? the ruby stains on your fingers ... fleeting proofs of your undying devotion ...
— Paul Guest, from “1987.”
— Cormac McCarthy, from “The Road.”
— John Steinbeck, from “The Winter of Our Discontent.”
— Darren Shan, from “Cirque du Freak.”
Marguerite Duras, Hiroshima Mon Amour (tr. by Richard Seaver), 1959