‘The Teacher,’ May Sarton

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‘The Teacher,’ May Sarton
Gerhard Richter - From the series “Elbe”, No.2. Monotype, India ink on paper. 1957.
(…) o silêncio parece falar; as sombras se povoam de seres invisíveis; os objetos, na sua imobilidade, como que oscilam pelo espaço.
é ao mesmo tempo o nada com o seu vácuo profundo, imenso, infinito; e o caos com a sua confusão, as suas trevas, as suas formas incriadas; a alma sente que falta-lhe a vida ou a luz em torno.
José de Alencar, O Guarani.
things gay people are obsessed about:
- hands
- stroking hair but without looking at the other person because touching them while also looking right at them is too much
FUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKK
I.AM.NOT.READY.
I think the saddest thing about adult/working life is that you’re forced to spend your days around people you barely like or care about, but you have such little time left for the ones you really love. You see your shitty co-workers all day every day but your best friend and your family and your lover get the tired, deflated, de-energised scraps of you at the end of the day/week.
Every time you paint a room, the room gets microscopically smaller
just always in the mood to have my neck kissed to be honest
Alfred Lord Tennyson, “Ulysses” (1833)
rest your head on my chest when the world feels heavy on you.
“I’m not very good at putting my feelings into words. That’s why people misunderstand me.”
— Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via goodreadss)
Disobedience (2018)
funniest possible way to describe a song is “it’s like music to my ears”