niilista de copacabana

o amor comeu na estante todos os meus livros de poesia

[niilistadecopacabana]

and we'll all go together

to pluck wild mountain thyme

[gayocats]

WitCat_007

[arsvitaest-deactivated20260111]

Valentín de Zubiaurre (1879–1963), Landscape at Dusk with Dantzaris, oil on canvas

[bookpatrol]

Giuseppe Grimaldi Fotoreal, Roma, Italia

[niilistadecopacabana]

eu tô (merecidamente) pagando (com juros) por todas as merdas que eu fiz, o que leva a um aprendizado que eu deveria saber já: não ser filho da puta e não fazer merda

e é, de novo: desculpa, todo mundo

[timbllr]

from weheartit

[niilistadecopacabana]

[maries-ozean]

“Nicht du um der Liebe willen sondern um deinetwillen die Liebe Nicht weil ich lieben muss sondern weil ich dich lieben muss Vielleicht weil ich bin wie ich bin aber sicher weil du bist wie du bist”

— -Erich Fromm

[aaresx]

Albert Camus, The Fall

[pilgrimattinkercreek1974]

transit by rachel cusk

[corddi-blog]

Au Hasard Balthazar (1966)

[syringavulgaris]

Mary Oliver, March

[weltenwellen]

Rainer Maria Rilke in a letter to Lou Andreas-Salomé, published in Rilke and Andreas-Salomé: A Love Story in Letters

[soft-lovely]

moments in love

[luthienne]

Franz Wright, from God's Silence; "East Boston, 1996"

[Text ID: Walking home, for a moment / you almost believe you could start again. / And an intense love rushes to your heart, / and hope. It's unendurable, unendurable.]

[soracities]

“Nothing kidnaps our capacity for presence more cruelly than longing. And yet longing is also the most powerful creative force we know. Out of our longing for meaning came all of art: out of our longing for truth all science; out of our longing for love the very fact of life. We may give this undertone of being different names–Susan Cain calls it ‘the bittersweet’ and Portuguese has the lovely word saudade; the vague, constant longing for something or someone beyond the horizon of reality–but we recognize it in our marrow, in the strata of the soul beyond the reach of words.”

— Maria Popova, from: “The Thing Itself: C.S. Lewis on What We Long for in Our Existential Longing,” The Marginalian (3 September 2022)

[soracities]

e.e. cummings, “in the rain” (from Tulips), Complete Poems: 1904-1962

[Text ID: “a single star is uttered,and i

think           of you”]