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this is a conversation, or a poem of sorts, i suppose, that i imagined between sappho and a girl realizing that she loves another girl. it’s a bit of a personal project, i guess; all of sappho’s part in the conversation is taken from the fragments of her poetry, and it’s supposed to symbolize how girls who love girls can find someone like them in sappho.
the lines are, in order, from fragments 138, 118, 57, 156, 104b, 15, 36, 31, 96, 47, and 126. all of those are the lobel-page numberings, with the exception of 15, which is bergk’s numbering and which the lobel-page collection omits.
“You know when I said I knew little about love? That wasn’t true. I know a lot about love. I’ve seen it, centuries and centuries of it, and it was the only thing that made watching your world bearable. All those wars. Pain, lies, hate… It made me want to turn away and never look down again. But when I see the way that mankind loves… You could search to the furthest reaches of the universe and never find anything more beautiful. So yes, I know that love is unconditional. But I also know that it can be unpredictable, unexpected, uncontrollable, unbearable and strangely easy to mistake for loathing.”
STARDUST (2007) dir. Matthew Vaughn
I ATE A BIG BAG OF FACTORY REJECT SEEDS UNTIL A HEALTHY FLOWER UNFURLED IN MY CHEST ...
I MISTOOK THE SENSATION FOR LOVE AND DIED.
when you die, you walk into the cold unknown hand in hand with a girl you met once when you were five in a hotel pool and her hand is warm.
love is stored in the child you crossed paths with in a space midway to somewhere else and never saw again
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“We are, as a species, addicted to story. Even when the body goes to sleep, the mind stays up all night, telling itself stories.”
the amber spyglass, philip pullman / dracula / sherlock / black sails / murdoch mysteries / doctor who / jonathan gottschall, the storytelling animal: how stories make us human
imagine this but in a heart button
Another angel compilation for you guys who like this sort of thing.
I should not have trusted you
Pat Parker // Nikos Kazantzakis
I Origins (2014)