Anaïs Nin, Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin (1939–1947)
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Anaïs Nin, Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin (1939–1947)
if we were lambs we would frolick together.. don't you ever doubt it...
Crush, Richard Siken
— Little Beast | Crush by Richard Siken
“A spring was breaking / out in my heart.”
— Antonio Machado, tr. by Robert Bly, “Last Night, As I Was Sleeping,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
“humanity is inherently selfish and bad” bbbrrrghuhjfkg. humanity is seeing a stranger’s grocery bag break open on the sidewalk and harvesting fruits and veggies from the branch-like cracks of the asphalt for them, just because you can. humanity is helping a lost child find their mother on a crowded beach, looking for the ladybug-patterned parasol with their hummingbird-small hand in yours. it’s an elder’s fingers wrapped around your arm as you help them up the stairs because the elevator is broken, and feeling like you’re doing exactly what you’re supposed to be doing, like this is what you would’ve been doing had you been alive centuries or even millennia ago. there will always be a heavily pregnant woman who will smile at your when you give up your seat, a nice blind man in the fruit aisle who will ask you to please pick the riper plantain for him, a tired cashier whose face will light up when you compliment their tattoo sleeve. humanity is connection
The “humanity is inherently selfish and bad” trope is yet another iteration of propaganda meant to blame innocent masses for problems that are directly caused by the top percentage of obscene wealth-hoarders. It is born from a probably subconscious rationalization for their extreme greed, ie “anyone would do what i’m doing if they were in my position because it’s just human nature.” Anyway it’s total bullshit and the truth is that human beings are love in motion.
the truth is that human beings are love in motion
maybe i will talk to the sea she’s as angry and as gentle as me
scrubbing the love out of the floorboards
mitski / emil robinson / lorde / edward hopper / big thief / janis clarke / christopher burk / mitski / wong kar wai / lorde
"If forever does exist, please let it be you...." - a.r.asher
Anna Akhmatova, tr. by D. M. Thomas, from “The Guest.”
"Weird flex, but okay."
• The mortifying ordeal of being forgotten.
Danny Castillones Sillada, Those Sweet and Painful Memories // Artwork by @/zhihuie on twitter // V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue // Halsey, Angel on Fire // Steve Salo, Forgotten Art // Halsey, Angel on Fire // Sarah Thebarge, The Invisible Girls // Mitski, Working for the Knife // Artwork by @/bekysfairy on ig // Octavio Paz, tr. by Eliot Weinberger, from The Poems of Octavio Paz; “The Prisoner”
No words can embody my yearning for the past long forgotten by memory & earth.
concept: me sitting at the edge of saturn’s rings observing the stars and the cosmos with my cat