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Gabriela Mistral, from a letter to Doris Dana c. January 1950 (translated by Velma García-Gorena)
Brené Brown, Daring Greatly
Henry Dumas, Knees of a Natural Man: The Selected Poetry of Henry Dumas; “Saba”
[ID: i caught you forgetting me]
Sometimes you’ve got to ask for directions 🗺
Elie Saab S/S 2019 Couture
Mary Oliver, from “The Gardener”, A Thousand Mornings
Franz Kafka in a letter to Milena Jesenká, tr. Tania and James Stern, from ‘Letters to Milena’
Cesare Auguste Detti (detail)
a small comic about tying up/tying together loose ends
T.S. Eliot, from Four Quartets
“Your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing.”
— Fyodor Dosteovsky, Crime and Punishment (source)
Henry Dumas, Knees of a Natural Man: The Selected Poetry of Henry Dumas; “Saba”
[ID: i caught you forgetting me]
Florence + The Machine performing last night at the Sziget Music Festival in Budapest, Hungary ❄️
“We tell ourselves stories in order to live. The princess is caged in the consulate. The man with the candy will lead the children into the sea. The naked woman on the ledge outside the window on the sixteenth floor is a victim of accidie, or the naked woman is an exhibitionist, and it would be “interesting” to know which. We tell ourselves that it makes some difference whether the naked woman is about to commit a mortal sin or is about to register a political protest or is about to be, the Aristophanic view, snatched back to the human condition by the fireman in priest’s clothing just visible in the window behind her, the one smiling at the telephoto lens. We look for the sermon in the suicide, for the social or moral lesson in the murder of five. We interpret what we see, select the most workable of the multiple choices. We live entirely, especially if we are writers, by the imposition of a narrative line upon disparate images, by the “ideas” with which we have learned to freeze the shifting phantasmagoria which is our actual experience.”
— Joan Didion, “The White Album” (via girlwithouthands)
after social distancing is over everyone is gonna be so touch starved every contact with another human will be like the hand flex scene in pride and prejudice (2005)
social norms after the pandemic are going to be like: "did you hear? miss Katherine brushed hands with the starbucks barista the other day when getting her morning coffee. quite the scandal if you ask me, exposing herself in such a manner… and with gloveless hands!“
—Ari Aster, Midsommar (2019) Script
Valery Kaufman for Vogue Arabia February 2019, shot by Greg Swales.