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@babynumbgirl
Sono il fantasma di un re
che senza posa percorre
le sale di un palazzo abbandonato…
la mia storia non la conosco…
Lontano da me, fumo al pensarla, sta per
morire
l’idea di aver avuto un passato…
Io non so chi sono
Non so se sono il sogno
che qualcuno in un altro mondo
sta sognando…
Credo a volte di
essere il profilo casuale del triste re
in una storia che un Dio sta rileggendo…
(FP, O. I, p.170 - Anno 1913)
THIEF (1981) dir. Michael Mann
“At thirteen I wrote: “Is there anyone who will understand me? I do not understand myself.””
— Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. I: “August, 1933”
Emily Browning in Sleeping Beauty (2011)
I have thought of you so frequently […] that I imagine, I guess, that by some mystical intuition, you may well be aware of this.
Sylvia Plath, The Letters of Sylvia Plath Volume II: 1956–1963 — Dorothea Krook, 25th September 1958
Truth is impersonal. Like death. It's a doom.
Iris Murdoch, from 'The Philosopher's Pupil'
Joseph-Désiré Court
Scene of Deluge 1827.
Non stupirti, siamo tutti un sostituto di qualcuno, una cura palliativa per un vuoto che è impossibile colmare.
Excerpt from The Complete Poems by Anne Sexton
Tumblr feels like my own private room where i can do whatever the fuck i want
― Gustav Janouch, Conversations with Kafka
[text ID: Let me tell you what I do know: I am more than one thing, and not all of those things are good. The truth is complicated. It’s two-toned, multi-vocal, bittersweet. I used to think that if I dug deep enough to discover something sad and ugly, I’d know it was something true. Now I’m trying to dig deeper. /end ID]
“and we didn’t talk after that” is probably the saddest thing to say
