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@monetere
journal of my other self, rainer maria rilke / zarina situmorang / my brother my wound, natalie diaz / beekeeping, sara eliza johnson / the lights v, truls espedal / bluets, maggie nelson / the apparition, james tissot / crush, richard siken / the song of achilles, madeline miller
Silk fukusa (gift cover) embroidered with a flight of cranes, Japan, 1800-50, Edo period. Museum no. T.20-1923. VAM
Mahmoud Darwish
Detail of Saint Catherine of Alexandria by Caravaggio (1598-99).
Euripides’ Hecuba (tr. William Arrowsmith)
The fallen Angel Lucifer and the Moon on March 31 2020
“I felt [her tears] run under my mask and they mingled with my own tears. Yes, I felt her tears on my lips, on my tongue. And do you know what I did then? I tore off my mask so as not to lose one of those falling tears…and she did not turn away! She did not die! She stood there, weeping over me, weeping with me.”
Gaston Leroux, from The Phantom of the Opera
obožavati [serbian] to adore (something, someone); to make someone your god
Traci Brimhall // Taylor Swift // Mallory Pearson // Richard Siken // Marcel Proust // Hozier // Sappho
The Three Marys, Edwin Austin Abbey, circa 1906–11
Oil on canvas 68 x 68 in. (172.7 x 172.7 cm) Yale University Art Gallery, New Haven, CT, USA
tenderness
Mona Sa’udi, from Women of the Fertile Crescent: An Anthology of Modern Poetry by Arab Women (ed. & trans. Kamal Boullata)
[Text ID: “Despair: I loosen up my hair bury me in rose petals; Here I weep in your arms die in your arms”]
LOOKING FOR A GROUP OF PEOPLE TO ANONYMOUSLY PERFORM SHAKESPEARE PLAYS AT NIGHT IN THE CITY WHILE WEARING MASKS IN FRONT OF STRANGERS PASSING BY AND NEVER GIVING OUT OUR NAMES AND TO OPENLY FLIRT WITH THE YOUNG GROUP OF BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE WHILE NEVER REVEALING OUR TRUE SELVES.
Know that I would gladly be the Icarus to your certainty
Oh my sunlight, sunlight, sunlight
Strap the wing to me, death trap clad happily With wax melted, I'd meet the sea
Under sunlight, sunlight, sunlight
—Hozier
The Months of the Year series by Alphonse Mucha (1899).
Claude Monet
