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You’ve Got Mail (1998) dir. Nora Ephron
“But man has such a predilection for systems and abstract deductions that he is ready to distort the truth intentionally, he is ready to deny the evidence of his senses only to justify his logic.”
— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes from the Underground (via coffeeforthemoon)
1. Just - Radiohead / 2. A Primer for the Small Weird Loves - Richard Siken / 3. The Hangover - Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec / 4. A House in Nebraska - Ethel Cain / 5. After the Misdeed - Jean Beraud / 6. Abject Permanence - Larissa Pham / 7. You Know I’m No Good - Amy Winehouse
“If you tuck the name of a loved one under your tongue too long without speaking it it becomes blood.”
— Naomi Shihab Nye, from “Hidden,” in Fuel (BOA Editions, Ltd., 1998)
“Part of having a body means whatever can be felt can be forgotten. Forgetting is like sleep, like water. Heavy wet brain. Clear swollen dreams. It is some kind of relief, I guess, that whatever I am will be gone one day.”
— Sanna Wani, “Who is the Sun, Asking for Sleep?”, My Grief, the Sun
Frank O'Hara, from Selected Poems; "Poem V (F) W"
[Text ID: you were walking down a street softened by rain / and your footsteps were quiet / and I came around the corner / inside the room / to close the window / and thought what a beautiful person / and it was you]
Alex Dimitrov, “October,” in Love and Other Poems [ID in alt text]
Possessions by Julia Kristeva tr. Barbara Bray
Anaïs Nin, The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1923–1927
Anais Nin, Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin, 1939-1947
in a train right now, i can see the city lights and i feel so so overwhelmed
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Alex Dimitrov, from “Love,” in Love and Other Poems
[text ID: I love August and its sadness.]
i love you purple i love you lavender i love you lilac i love you wisteria i love you violet i love you mauve i love you periwinkle i love you amethyst i love you
Susan Sontag, from “Reborn: Journals and Notebooks, 1947-1963″
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Adulthood is like I have to go buy more shampoo. I have to go buy more coffee grounds. I have to go buy more eggs. I have to go buy more toilet paper. I have to go buy more paper towels. I have to go buy more cumin. I have to clean the dishes so they can get dirty again. I have to do my laundry so it can get dirty again. I have to clean the bathroom so it can get dirty again. I have to buy more cleaner to clean the bathroom. I have to go buy more rice. I have to cook dinner. I have to cook dinner. I have to go buy more shampoo again.