Cocktail of nostalgia

An anthology of aesthetic bits, literature, films, and a personal collection of my scattered tumblr soul. https://www.tumblr.com/blog/kuroesque

[quotespile]

“Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up.”

— Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum

[papayajuan2019]

you remind me of that fallen tree that no one was around to hear

[lifescatalogue]

Via Pinterest

[weltenwellen]

Czeslaw Milosz, tr. by Robert Haas, from “Late Ripeness”, Second Space: New Poems

[lena-oleanderson]

also a poem from the new, unreleased collection. very possibly my own all-time favourite.

[dumbandy]

i have this constant feeling of wanting to leave all the time, i don't know when, i don't know where, but i only know that i want to leave

[quotespile]

“Because all of us are made not only of what we have but what we lost. And loss is not a subtraction. As an experience, it is an addition.”

— Augusten Burroughs, This Is How

[weltenwellen]

Grief in Three Bodies: A Conversation by Victoria Chang, Prageeta Sharma & Khaty Xiong

[weltenwellen]

Grief in Three Bodies: A Conversation by Victoria Chang, Prageeta Sharma & Khaty Xiong

[weltenwellen]

Ilya Kaminsky, from “A City Like a Guillotine Shivers on Its Way to the Neck”, Deaf Republic

[weltenwellen]

Ilya Kaminsky, from "While the Child Sleeps, Sonya Undresses", Deaf Republic

[papayajuan2019]

time heals exactly one wound. and you don't get to choose it

[quotespile]

“The waves of regret were gentle, but I knew they would ripple on forever.”

— Yōko Ogawa, The Diving Pool

[weltenwellen]

May Sarton, The House by the Sea

[gifsanatomy-blog]

[womantoday]

Chandra Wilson (Miranda Bailey): Grey’s Anatomy - Piece Of My Heart {2008}

[quotespile]

“Nothing seemed really real. Sleeping, waking, it all collided into one gray, monotonous plane ride through the clouds. I didn’t talk to myself in my head. There wasn’t much to say. This was how I knew the sleep was having an effect: I was growing less and less attached to life. If I kept going, I thought, I’d disappear completely, then reappear in some new form. This was my hope. This was my dream.”

— Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

[quotespile]

“Things get bad for all of us, almost continually, and what we do under the constant stress reveals who/what we are.”

— Charles Bukowski, What Matters Most is How Well You Walk Through the Fire