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[huariqueje]

Bright Morning - Kaoru Yamada 

Japanese , b. 1975 -

Oil on canvas

[1five1two]

'Northern Lights, Juneau, Alaska'. Sydney Laurence. c. 1920s.

[urgetocreate]

Adam Clague (American b.1982), Cara Oranges and Coffee, 2022, Oil on board

[niqvassieart]

a little light study ☀️

[redlipstickresurrected]

Enikő Katalin Eged (Hungarian, b. 1992, Budapest, Hungary) - Angry Kitten Guarding His Royal Milk Tea Stock aka Bodega Cat No. 08, Graphic Arts

[arthira]

Somehow ended up rereading Fahrenheit 451.

[arthira]

I went to the bookstore to buy a gift wrapper, and for what seemed a valid reason before the purchase, I also bought this book. Now I can't explain how I ended up buying the book without sounding stupid, so I will not write about it.

The book is rather hard to get through. I could only finish it because I liked Dostoyevky's writing, and because this book in particular shed some light into his life. It was a good bedtime reading, because I would fall asleep after only a few pages. For someone who has difficulty sleeping, it is very useful.

Maybe I will tell this much: I wasn't in need of reading material, but for some reason I needed to pick a book quickly, one that I will read and won't regret buying.

In the rarest chance that the need to make that choice arise again, I think I could never go wrong with a Dostoevsky.

[arthira]

Playing with graphite pencils

[arthira]

[arthira]

My favourite letter in literature is whatever’s written by Myshkin

[arthira]

A Shameful Life, Dazai Osamu

I desperately needed a book to read on the train, and it would be days before I could go to the library. Without thinking I went to Kino after work and found a new translation of Ningen Shikkaku.

For reasons unbeknownst to me, I’d been avoiding Dazai’s work for a long time. But this was a desperate move, I was running out of time (they announced the bookshop was closing in 20 mins), and the book was small and thin, perfect to bring around for short commutes.

I’m at the third journal. It’s already making me feel a lot of feelings, which run so quickly through me I can’t think fast enough to spell them out.

It’s the kind of book that as you read it you know you will come back to it again someday and see it in an entirely different perspective.

It’s like Dostoyevsky’s writing in a sense that I see pieces of myself in the narrator, but different in a way that Dazai’s character portrays parts of me that I knew but never looked at squarely or never thought in the way he did to make sense of them.

It makes you visit the places you always only thread along at the edges of your mind. He faced them head on.

I’ve finished the book. I understand now why I avoided reading Dazai. Because I knew and feared I would like his writing. It was a correct prediction. I like it, uncomfortably.

[bloomflowersbloom]

I love talking to myself she gets me

[arthira]

Pick your bones up off the street Take the car back before someone knows it's missing

Trophy Eyes, Suicide Pact

[arthira]

bottle, Suicide Pact, Chemical Miracle.

[arthira]

Love not too well the work of thy hands and the devices of thy heart

J. R. R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion

[arthira]

Monét

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