when Clementine Von Radics said "I am afraid I will love you forever and we will never be in the same room again." and when Lemony Snicket said “I will love you if I never see you again, And I will love you if I see you every Tuesday.”
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when Clementine Von Radics said "I am afraid I will love you forever and we will never be in the same room again." and when Lemony Snicket said “I will love you if I never see you again, And I will love you if I see you every Tuesday.”
Pablo Neruda, from "The Complete Memoirs of Pablo Neruda," originally published in 2021
The thoughts inside your head are strange and wiggle while they work.
Your mind is full of cheese and of politeness there's a dearth.
Something strange is in your brain and nothings where it ought.
Somehow, to your lover, this is quite a pleasant thought.
My personal corner at home.
My oil painting of a Dirty Martini & Grilled Cheese
Walnut harvest
𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔩𝔢 𝔠𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔪𝔬𝔬𝔡𝔟𝔬𝔞𝔯𝔡 🫖
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reminder that if you ever buy wool yarn secondhand you should put it in a plastic bag in the freezer for a week, let it thaw 24 hours, then refreeze another week. this makes sure that if there are any moths or pests they are killed by the first freeze, and the remaining eggs are lured to hatch by the thawing and then killed with the second freeze. until this process is complete you must keep the yarn isolated from your existing stash or you risk any infestation spreading. i buy a lot of wool yarn from thrift and antique shops and always do this and have never had a problem with moths or other bugs. if you buy wool sweaters or other wool things secondhand you should also do this just to be safe
I do this with all my secondhand wool fabrics, though with a week of thawing because that's how long my mother said to do it.
It also applies to feathers and especially fur! In the hierarchy of moth tastiness vintage furs are very high on the list. They like fluffy things better than smooth tightly spun things, and they like dirty things better than material that's clean and full of sizing, so old furs are extremely edible as well as full of hiding places. And they will eat feathers, I've seen it :(
I'm told that they will also eat silk but only if it's sufficiently dirty.
Simone de Beauvoir, from a letter to Sylvie Le Bon-de Beauvoir quoted in Simone de Beauvoir: A Biography
Hide and Seek (Carl Larsson, 1898)
— Megan Fernandes, Do you sell dignity here?
Oscar Wilde, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Oscar Wilde
I need to go to sleep, but I simply cannot leave the hero of my story crawling through the woods terribly wounded and dragging himself forward only by the strength of his love and sheer will to make it home.
The worst part is that this is a common enough occurrence that I don't remember which story I was writing when I said this.
What is a creative who does not create? A purposeless waif? A layabout? A broken toy? The walls close in upon me in my uselessness. My inability to escape the cage that was built around me in my youth, like an elephant raised for the circus, chafes my mind. I live an endless cycle of escape attempts. Nothing cures me, for the malady is not internal. My world is sick. Poison will not fell me, and little diversions will not distract me. I curl in on myself and find the shattered world that was built in assault and the constructs of my childhood. The wolf does not defend me, she is tired. The storyteller is in her maze and I cannot find her. The bull is in his field and he will not work with no purpose. His songs are lost to both of us. Does the mouse exist? I haven't seen her. And the blue sky? Where has she gone? The fox must leave his den day after day for their sake, but his bones poke through his skin (he swears that he can see them shine in the sun). What is the point of hunting if there is no prey to eat?
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