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[theoptia]

Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980; February 17th, 1970

Text ID: I don't feel guilt at being unsociable, though I may sometimes regret it because my loneliness is painful. But when I move into the world, it feels like a moral fall—like seeking love in a whorehouse.

[weltenwellen]

Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell the Wolves I’m Home

[ultranotfine]

[lawrenceleemagnuson]

Dmitri Cavander (USA b. 1969) Living Room, September (1998) oil on canvas https://www.dcavander.com

[pastart]

@samjsn (2023)

[latibule-e-deactivated20231012]

— Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter to Arthur Davison Ficke

[trees-and-planets]

— Albert Camus, The Possessed

[typewriter-worries]

[ Text ID: Yes, be patient with me. My heart is heavy. ]

[flowerytale]

Florence and the Machine, from “Mother”

[ars-vivendi5]

Amado Nervo

[ars-vivendi5]

Amaneceres ☀️✨

[coloursteelsexappeal]

1985 Volvo 240 Turbo

[theoptia]

Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980; February 17th, 1970

Text ID: I’m chasing myself (I have been for years).

[feral-ballad]

Linda Hogan, from Dark. Sweet.: New & Selected Poems; “Sweetness"

[typewriter-worries]

[ Text ID: I want to do it too, / take in all the sweet life caught inside this world. ]

[feral-ballad]

Erika L. Sánchez, from Lessons on Expulsion: Poems; “Amá”

[ebonyduskk]

Her heart was made of liquid sunset.

Virginia Woolf

[aaresx]

Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

[ebonyduskk]

- Virginia Woolf