Lady Lazarus

"As idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean" | بيروت | ☀️🌙

[mournfulroses]

Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Margaret Llewyn Davis, featured in The Selected Letters of Virginia Woolf

[shihlun]

陳來興

- 關曉榮 (1972)

- 放浪的人生 / 關曉榮 (1990)

- 老友 關曉榮 (1972?)

[academic-vampire]

“…𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔣𝔣𝔢𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔬𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔞 𝔰𝔲𝔫𝔫𝔶 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔦𝔯…”

-Wallace Stevens, “Sunday Morning”

[h0lyshift]

The older i get the more i understand why some people become obsessed with privacy, not because they’re hiding something, but because being constantly perceived starts to feel spiritually exhausting.

[odetopictorialism]

Céline Laguarde • Untitled, 1904

[expressions-of-nature]

by Nikolett Emmert

[garadinervi]

Giosetta Fioroni, Da Botticelli, 1965 [CSAC – Centro Studi e Archivio della Comunicazione, Università di Parma, Parma]

[tzakartinsani]

Palestinian women drink coffee, circa 1900-1920

[loveridden1999]

― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Sensible Thing

[ladyy-lazaruss]

Home revisited — reminiscence

( Happy birthday to my late grandfather. )

The far right corner of my father's bedroom still smells the same — calcified and humid, with dust spread out amid the wall that I used to clean with a grim cloth during summer break. The table in my bedroom bears the ceasing of time, photographs and jewellery that I never wore but never threw away.

My feet still linger on the kitchen floor, and will always own souvenirs of a house that was crowded once.

My mother has not seen the house in 8 years, and my friend has been gone for 5 or so...

Only my father switches on the TV.

The couches are getting old, and so are the CDs. The changes of pace are swift within the nights, and I wish I could remember what was it like to reside inside the home I often longed to evade.

To love is to crave. Blunders will often evolve within your face.

The frontispieces of books are always coloured until you grow, and your perception will drain it's saturation once you turn 20.

At home you're an absolute nobody — yet, a sequence of notions of whom you want to be.

You are sheltered from the commitment, you are a soul, a colored form of boundless possibilities.

You are the ground you clean and the door you lock. And once you withdraw, you can never go back. Reminiscence will wound you like a paper cut, your heart will never be the same.

The childhood home shields you from who you are outside its walls. There is no room for the counterfeit...

[petaltexturedskies]

Katherine Mansfield, from a diary entry dated 25 June 1907, from Journals of K.M.

[ateazure]

"and the universe said i love you."

[ateazure]

"and the universe said i love you."

[avpol]

Minoans!

[rehabmoharam]

[smsomah]

Afghanistan. Kim Landgraf: The photos of Afghanistan were taken by my father in the years 1968 to 1972 when he was living in Kabul with his young family.

[soracities]

“and whenever I searched for myself I found others / and whenever I searched for them I found only myself / the stranger.”

— Mahmoud Darwish, from ‘Mural’, Mural (trans. John Berger & Rema Hammami)