No Matter the Wreckage, Sarah Kay
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No Matter the Wreckage, Sarah Kay
[ID: “It is December, and nobody asked if I was ready.”]
i think love is stored in nighttime conversations and “did you eat yet” and books left outside your door and “i waited to watch this with you” and splitting something in half to share and “im proud of you” and folded towels and “you can pick” and heads on shoulders and “you’re right, that was shitty. im sorry” and knocks on doors and “DINNER!” and stupid jokes and “hey i got this for you” and coffee made just right and… there are so many ways people say i love you silently every day over and over again if you only listen
James Baldwin.
musings on July
"NW" Zadie Smith, "the Hands of Friendship" in Yerevan (@metamorphesque). "Jane Eyre" Charlotte Brontë (@flowerytale), Franz Kafka’s Diaries (@hungryfictions), "Summer night by the beach" Edvard Munch, "A Magic Mountain" Czeslaw Milosz (tr by Czeslaw Milosz and Lillian Vallee), "Answer July" Emily Dickinson, "Four Sunflowers Gone to Seed" Vincent van Gogh, The Diaries of Franz Kafka (@shisasan)
Erika L. Sánchez, from "Prodigal Daughter"
Danez Smith, from "summer, somewhere"
I need you to love me more, love enough to drown it out (mitski)
― Stevie Smith, Richard Siken, Ana Lucía Ceballos Cáceres, Emily Palermo, Katrien de Blauwer, Natalie Diaz, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Natalie Wee, Jenny Slate
"to endure!"
vincent van gogh ("trees and undergrowth") robert lowell [How will the heart endure?] vincent van gogh [I must endure bad times and the waters will rise, possibly as high as the lips and possibly even higher, how can I know beforehand? But I’ll fight my fight and sell my life dearly and try to win and pull through.] rainer maria rilke [To be loved means to be consumed. To love means to radiate with inexhaustible light. To be loved is to pass away, to love is to endure.] joan didion [Not just to endure it, not just to suffer it, not just to pass through it, but to live in it.] elena ferrante [maybe not even a very orderly mind can endure the discovery of not being loved.] elena ferrante [I will give what I can give, I will take what I can take, I will endure what has to be endured.] han kang [The feeling that she had never really lived in this world caught her by surprise. It was a fact. She had never lived. Even as a child, as far back as she could remember, she had done nothing but endure.] victor frankl [What is to give light must endure burning.]
I woke up early today, felt really sleepy around 11 pm, fell asleep, woke up at freaking 1:30 am for no fucking reason and now can't fall asleep anymore. The time is 4:15 am!!!! I wanna sleep!!!!!
Marie-Helene Bertino
I just really like my home screen.
Hanif Abdurraqib, They Can't Kill Us Until They Kill Us
[ID: text reading, "No matter how obsessed you've been with your own vanishing, there will always be someone who still wants you whole." /end ID]
A quiet mosque in Palestine, 1926.Photograph by Jules Gervais Courtellemont, National Geographic Creative
Fydoror Dostoevsky // Clarice Lispector
William Shakespeare, Antony and Cleopatra
― Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
[text ID: In the deepening spring of May, I had no choice but to recognize the trembling of my heart.]
Shirley Jackson, We Have Always Lived in the Castle Vincent van Gogh, Garden at Arles (1888)