Abject

Cure me of this void, I said. Cure me.

[objetpetita]

I am at that stage in life where break ups feel more liberating and empowering than the relationship itself. Wtf

[objetpetita]

2026 mood: Don't talk to me unless there is the potential to fall in love with each other.

[apocryphics]

from Virginia Woolf's diaries, February 27th, 1926

[funeral]

Emil Cioran, The Trouble With Being Born

[objetpetita]

Gestures that speak love:

- Sponge bath the spots in your back you can’t reach.

- Hand you a fresh piece of hand-cut fruit.

- Warm your towel on the heater for after your shower.

[objetpetita]

Terçeira island, Açores

[objetpetita]

My lil’ poems got published today and, although after re-reading them I find them amateur and sloppy, I feel it’s an important victory.

[weltenwellen]

Alejandra Pizarnik, tr. by Yvette Siegert, from “The Possessed Among The Lilacs”, Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962 - 1972

[madamlaydebug]

[poeticsofdeath]

“I believe […] that the one who is most alone is the strongest one.”

— Renzo Novatore

[objetpetita]

[objetpetita]

Civilization is a sham. Abolish man-made societies. Let trees and animals take over.

[objetpetita]

How I’ve missed a long, tight, meaningful hug.

[soracities]

“She is alone. The salty sea is not alone because it’s salty and vast, and this is an achievement. Right then she knows herself even less than she knows the sea. Her courage comes from not knowing herself, but going ahead nevertheless. Not knowing yourself is inevitable, and not knowing yourself demands courage.”

— Clarice Lispector, from “The Waters of the World”, Complete Stories (trans. Katarina Dodson)

[objetpetita]

Sound on.

[theoptia]

Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980

Text ID: Feeling of discontinuity as a person. My various selves—woman, mother, teacher, lover, etc.—how do they all come together? And anxiety at moments of transition from one "role" to another. Will I make it fifteen minutes from now? Be able to step into, inhabit the person I'm supposed to be? This is felt as an infinitely hazardous leap, no matter how often it's successfully executed.

[objetpetita]

It is not that I wanted to be happy, no. I wanted . . . to save myself, that’s all: to save myself.

—Alessandro Baricco, Ocean Sea