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out with lanterns

[lostinpersona]

Posetitel muzeya (1989) Dir. Konstantin Lopushanskiy

[synqra]

[blessyourheartlittleone]

virginia woolf's 1931 new years resolutions : "to have none. not to be tied. to be free & kindly with myself. sometimes to read, sometimes not to read. to go out, yes—but stay at home in spite of being asked. as for clothes, i think to buy good ones."

[zegalba]

Chiharu Shiota: Conversations Between Others (2023)

[metamorphesque]

― Margaret Atwood, You are Happy

[neckkiss]

“Lost in translation”

[ultraviolece]

[weltenwellen]

Ocean Vuong, from “Someday I’ll Love Ocean Vuong”, Night Sky with Exit Wounds

[birdasaurus]

@_birdasaurus

[pinkmoon888]

2023: go to the limits of your longing, let everything happen to you: beauty and terror, just keep going, no feeling is final

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Enrique Lihn, tr. by Jonathan Cohen, from The Dark Room: Poems; “The Father’s Monologue,”

[babyfireflyisdead]

“It is no longer an illness or a passing fit: it is I.””

— Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea (via ellacalm)

[soracities]

“Oh, the body—its hungers, needs, and limitations. You look at somebody and you realize that they’re in there, inside there, somewhere, and how will you ever reach them, understand them?”

— Richard Siken, Love From a Distance (via bluebeardsbride)

[infpisme]

[7jungri]

Astronomical photographs, Harvard College Observatory, Cambridge, 1890-1920

[existential-celestial]

“Good-night, dear. If you were in my bed it might be the back of your head I was touching where the hair is short and mossy or it might be up in the front where it make[s] little caves about your forehead, but wherever it was it would be the sweetest place, the sweetest place.”

— Zelda Fitzgerald, in her letter to F. Scott Fitzgerald, Spring 1931

[echymosis]

“The world is big, but inside us it is as deep as sea, wrote Rilke. We travel through space, through new cities to escape the archaeological sites of our inconstancy. We inhabit the space between the monument and the moment, between the itinerancy and the eternity. The cities of memories are built upon the foundations of our ruined personal longings and dreams.”

— Nikola Madžirov, Cities of Births and Memories