Said goodbye to my beautiful boy yesterday. He wasn't even ten years old. Cancer took him. Will always love and remember him as the sweetest most special cat. 💔
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Said goodbye to my beautiful boy yesterday. He wasn't even ten years old. Cancer took him. Will always love and remember him as the sweetest most special cat. 💔
Elaine Jones (British, b 1975)
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Zelda Fitzgerald, Dear Scott, Dearest Zelda: The Love Letters of F. Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald
july 8, 2025
The atmosphere of calm suffused by her throughout the house lingers even when she is gone. I hope always to be able to summon it at will, along with the memory of the light and trusting touch of her paws in the palm of my hand, and her steady, unfathomable gaze. And when one day I can no longer see her, I will watch the hares in the field knowing that her being is woven into theirs, and that I have only to look up at night to see her symbol etched in the stars.
I tell myself not to count the years ahead in which she might never again come, but rather cherish the days she has given me of her own free will, when she lowered her species’ instinctive guard against humans, and shared the beauty and mystery of her presence in silent and graceful companionship.
Chloe Dalton, Raising Hare
So it was that the women, who held this magic in their bodies, and who were the herb gatherers, became the rulers, healers, and soothsayers of their clans. They made a deity in their own image—a goddess—and they were her priestesses. And as a woman is first young, then mature, then old, and the moon, which is her symbol, is new, full and old, so did the goddess have three phases. Persephone and Demeter weren't separate—they, and toothless Hecate, were aspects of the threefold goddess, and they were known by many names—Persephone: Proserpina, Kore, Hebe, Diana, Artemis, Athene, Demeter, Ceres, Hera, Juno, Ishtar, Isis, Aphrodite, Venus; and Hecate: Ereshkigal, Maia, and Cardea, to mention only a few.
– Mary Leader, Triad
Read My Lips (2001) dir. Jacques Audiard
“We look at each other; see that we do not know each other, stare, and go off. Such looks are lashes. I feel the whole cruelty and indifference of the world in them.”
— Virginia Woolf,The Waves. (via violentwavesofemotion)
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals
“There is a solitude of space...”
by Emily Dickinson
There is a solitude of space A solitude of sea A solitude of death, but these Society shall be Compared with that profounder site That polar privacy A soul admitted to itself — Finite infinity.
TENSIONS
I have always wondered whether everyone’s interior life is as exhaustingly complicated as mine, if everyone is placed, like a white mouse, in the middle of their labyrinthine mind, through which they have to find a path, just one, the true one, while all the others lead to traps with no escape.
— Mircea Cărtărescu, Solenoid, tr. Sean Cotter. (Deep Vellum Publishing, November 29, 2022)
Albert Camus, from Notebooks 1951-1959; May 13th, 1959
But motherhood is its own kind of curation.
My eldest daughter was like me, not just in likeness but in disposition, too: she held her intelligence like a knife behind her back. Now that she was creeping toward womanhood, I found our similarities a bit unnerving. Like watching a clone of myself walk slowly toward me from a faraway point in the distance: What would happen when she arrived? I’m aware this isn’t the kind of thing you’re meant to feel about your own daughter. But motherhood is its own kind of curation. Which is to say: every woman I know lied to me about what it would be like, before I became one myself.
— Caro Claire Burke, Yesteryear: A Novel (Knopf, April 7, 2026)
“People like to tell me I'm looking 'well' but there are late hours alone when my heart is an open wound and I wonder if the pain will ever stop brimming fresh.”
— The Outrun, Amy Liptrot
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