[eymurn]

Oh! The intimacy of adopting each other’s vocabulary.

[kristina100000]

mozzarella and cheddar when i open my fridge and its not their time to be added to a fuckalicious grilled cheese sandwich

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Yves Bonnefoy, tr. by Anthony Rudolf, from The Selected Poems; “The Ravine,”

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[soft-lovely]

Orange cat activities

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[mournfulroses]

Fyodor Dostoevsky, from a letter featured in Letters of Fyodor Michailovitch Dostoevsky to his Family & Friends

[petaltexturedskies]

Margaret Atwood, Cat's Eye

[89words]

“And I will eat you slowly with kisses”

— Anne Sexton

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[3rabbit]

@perennial-wave you!

[arielseaworth]

“Perhaps you have forgotten. That’s one of the great problems of our modern world, you know. Forgetting. The victim never forgets. Ask an Irishman what the English did to him in 1920 and he’ll tell you the day of the month and the time and the name of every man they killed. Ask an Iranian what the English did to him in 1953 and he’ll tell you. His child will tell you. His grandchild will tell you. And when he has one, his great-grandchild will tell you too. But ask an Englishman—” He flung up his hands in mock ignorance. “If he ever knew, he has forgotten. ‘Move on!’ you tell us. ‘Move on! Forget what we’ve done to you. Tomorrow’s another day!’ But it isn’t, Mr. Brue.” He still had Brue’s hand. “Tomorrow was created yesterday, you see. That is the point I was making to you. And by the day before yesterday, too. To ignore history is to ignore the wolf at the door.”

- A Most Wanted Man, John le Carré

[brandedtofilm]

Le testament d'Orphée | Director : Jean Cocteau

[frozenblueberriess]

As artists we create a place of reflection along the river of denial. There is a resting place where the river ends, when the soil meets the earth. It is a place of peace and truth, a temporary home away from the lies of this world. A person will find this place on their last legs, weak and tired. But they will finally see and in them will grow a new place just alike for others who will hope and venture to be all they can possibly be.

[museiums]

artist: miranda sofroniou