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Margarita Calderó

[bellsandwords]

"The desire to have a life and the desire to disappear from it. The world is unlivable and yet we live in it everyday."

Laura Van Den Berg, The Third Hotel

[bellsandwords]

"It is a gesture of hope simply to open the curtains each morning."

Kevin Brockmeier, Things That Fall from the Sky

[miksunko]

My friend's cozy little kitchen in Finland.

9th of July, 2023

[petaltexturedskies]

Mary Oliver, Blue Iris: poems and essays

[weltenwellen]

Jenny Slate, Little Weirds

[bellsandwords]

"How can the tragic figure be both a pitiable victim and the responsible source of his own ruin?"

Joe Sachs, Introduction to Poetics

[papayajuan2019]

[bellsandwords]

"I'm all alone, I thought.

I'd been on my own for ages, and I was convinced that there was no way I could be any more alone, but now I'd finally realized how alone I truly was. Despite the crowds of people, and all the different places, and a limitless supply of sounds and colors packed together, there was nothing here that I could reach out and touch. Nothing that would call my name. There never had been, and there never would be. And that would never change, no matter where I went in the world. Surrounded by the grayness of the city, ever grayer in the misty rain, I was unable to move."

All the Lovers in the Night, Mieko Kawakami

[bellsandwords]

"This town is overflowing with things I never wanted."

All the Lovers in the Night, Mieko Kawakami

[bellsandwords]

"Mottled with shadows, my face stared back at me with the most uncertain expression. If only those parted lips would tell me something, I knew that I would listen to them, whatever they might have to say, but no matter how I waited, no words came from anywhere. I became unsure of how to leave the mirror, how to leave the me in the mirror behind."

All the Lovers in the Night, Mieko Kawakami

[islamic-art-and-quotes]

Cemetery in the mountains of Kyrgyzstan. Flickr

[bellsandwords]

"And as I retreated into the future, the only thing I could ever see was the past. It was nothing as sweet as nostalgia or a longing for bygone days, just a constant absence from the present, an anger toward the future."

Tokyo Ueno Station, Yu Miri

[bellsandwords]

"I wondered if I would start to decompose now, even as I lived on."

Tokyo Ueno Station, Yu Miri

[bellsandwords]

"The turning of the seasons no longer had anything to do with me—but still, I didn't want to take my eyes away from that yellow, which seemed to me like a messenger of light."

Tokyo Ueno Station, Yu Miri

[stlamb]

“too much love” - photo sequence by katja kemnitz

[bellsandwords]

“The rain fills you and empties my heart”

- 52 Solar Panels, John Moorhead-Guinea