i capolavori sono blu

+elissa; baciata dalla luna in una fredda notte d'ottobre.

[girlfictions]

— clarice lispector, the stream of life

[weltenwellen]

Czeslaw Milosz, New and Collected Poems: 1931-2001

[alexturnervk]

The Great Saltair, Magna, 03.09.2014

[weltenwellen]

Clarice Lispector, tr. by Johnny Lorenz, Um Sopro de Vida

[theoptia]

Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980; December 3rd, 1965

Text ID: Is beauty important? Maybe, sometimes, it’s boring. Maybe what’s more important is “the interesting”—+ everything that’s interesting eventually seems beautiful.

[forelskert]

l

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Shuntarō Tanikawa, from “Sonnet 62,” featured in “The Penguin Book of Japanese Verse,”

[thehopefulquotes]

I guess my life hasn't always been happy, or easy, or exactly what I wanted. At a certain point, I just have to try not to think too much about certain things, or else they'll break my heart.

— Jonathan Franzen

[weltenwellen]

Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?

[forelskert]

“i capolavori sono blu”: il blu rappresenta il colore della tristezza e della tragedia. Gli autori ci rammentano che i nostri giorni sono pieni di dolore, ma anche di vita. Cosa che dimentichiamo troppo spesso. Vedere il protagonista angosciarsi, soffrire ed agire ci ricorderebbe di noi stessi. Solo i capolavori ci fanno percepire il dolore.

[forelskert]

petals adorned, with specks of my blood, are spilling from my mouth. i’m falling towards you

[kuutamosonaatti]

A.J Hamilton

[aridante]

Mahmoud Darwish, “Journal of an Ordinary Grief”

[klassizismus]

─ Hieronymus Bosch (Dutch, 1450-1516)

[doppisensi]

Ἔρος δ’ ἐτὶναξέ μοι φρέναϛ, ὠϛ ἄνεμοϛ κὰτ ὄρος δρύσιν ἐμπέτων.

Saffo, Fr. 47 [Eros ha scosso la mia mente come il vento che giù dalla montagna si frange sulle querce.]

[empires]

— since our story is a crime itself | g.f.

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Chelsea Hodson, from Tonight I’m Someone Else: Essays; “The End Of Longing,”

[bricioledipane]

看海天一色

look at how the sea and the sky are the same colour

听风起雨落

hear the rising of the wind and the falling of the rain

执子手吹

taking your hand

散苍茫茫烟波

blowing till the boundless hazy mist over the water disperses

— 大鱼. ( 𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇 )