i dream of poppy

"life is too important to be taken seriously." - oscar wilde ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿

[h-f-k-deactivated20230406]

[lostofthedead]

[zegalba]

Kinosaki, Japan | Nishimuraya Kinosaki Onsen

[shisasan]

January, 1933 The diary of Anaïs Nin [Volume One: 1931-1934]

[nemfrog]

Fig. 119. Italian hand gestures. The evil eye. 1895. Explanation.

Internet Archive

[nemfrog]

Tree identification. Vacation camping for girls. 1913.

Internet Archive

[rhaenyratheecruel]

someone has to leave first

the national/inkskinned/leonard cohen/richard siken/arcade fire/anne carson/the front bottoms/the menzingers

[metamorphesque]

1. Fyodor Dostoyevsky | 2. Gustav Klimt | 3. C. S. Lewis | 4. Kaethe Kollwitz | 5. Ocean Vuong | 6. Safet Zec | 7. Maggie Stiefvater | 8. Safet Zec | 9. Euripides | 10. Ron Hicks | 11. Ocean Vuong | 12. Edouard Labrosse | 13. Max Porter | 14. Lindsey Kustusch | 15. Lemony Snicket

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

“It seems to me, that if we love, we grieve. That’s the deal. That’s the pact. Grief and love are forever intertwined. Grief is the terrible reminder of the depths of our love and, like love, grief is non-negotiable. There is a vastness to grief that overwhelms our minuscule selves. We are tiny, trembling clusters of atoms subsumed within grief’s awesome presence. It occupies the core of our being and extends through our fingers to the limits of the universe. Within that whirling gyre all manner of madnesses exist; ghosts and spirits and dream visitations, and everything else that we, in our anguish, will into existence. These are precious gifts that are as valid and as real as we need them to be. They are the spirit guides that lead us out of the darkness. […] Dread grief trails bright phantoms in its wake. These spirits are ideas, essentially. They are our stunned imaginations reawakening after the calamity. Like ideas, these spirits speak of possibility. Follow your ideas, because on the other side of the idea is change and growth and redemption. Create your spirits. Call to them. Will them alive. Speak to them. It is their impossible and ghostly hands that draw us back to the world from which we were jettisoned; better now and unimaginably changed.”

— Nick Cave,  from The Red Hand Files (no. 6, October 2018)

[journalsandjunk]

[mjalti]

hidden grief

1. Richard Siken quote 2. Weeping Mary screenshot 3. screenshot of news article about Ina the bear 4. Anne Carson quote 5. installation by Lewis Miller

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

“All of his sorrow won’t fit in his chest It just burns like a fire in the pit of his chest And his heart is a bird on a spit in his chest How long, how long, how long?”

— Anaïs Mitchell, lyrics from “How Long,” Hadestown LP (Righteous Babe Records, 2010)

[metamorphesque]

"I sit with my grief. I mother it. I hold its small, hot hand. I don’t say, shhh. I don’t say, it is okay. I wait until it is done having feelings. Then we stand and we go wash the dishes. We crack open bedroom doors, step over the creaks, and kiss the children. We are sore from this grief, like we’ve returned from a run, like we are training for a marathon. I’m with you all the way, says my grief, whispering, and then we splash our face with water and stretch, one big shadow and one small."

— Callista Buchen, Taking Care

[b-oredzoi]

@heavensghost // ? / no choir - florence + the machine / a softer world / ? / Holly Warburton/ @teashoesandhair / ? / Faces in the Crowd - Luiselli (tr. MacSweeney)

[thepoeticbook]

— Joan Didion, The Year of Magical Thinking

[jinxingrief]

[thegirlthatcriesacademia]

All my grief says the same thing— this isn't how it's supposed to be. And the world laughs, holds my hope by my throat, says: but this is how it is.

Fortesa Latifi, The Truth About Grief