Clarice Lispector, from a letter to Fernando Sabino featured in Why This World: A Biography of Clarice Lispector

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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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One Nice Bug Per Day
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Clarice Lispector, from a letter to Fernando Sabino featured in Why This World: A Biography of Clarice Lispector
seashells [from an old exgirlfriend from high school] that i still have in my credenza amongst other things.
Butterfly Chair by Eduardo Garcia Campos
GOSSIP GIRL 4.08 ∙ Juliet Doesn't Live Here Anymore
What the Living Do, Marie Howe
Written for her brother, John Howe, who died of complications of AIDS
full poem:
Johnny, the kitchen sink has been clogged for days, some utensil probably fell down there. And the Drano won’t work but smells dangerous, and the crusty dishes have piled up
waiting for the plumber I still haven’t called. This is the everyday we spoke of. It’s winter again: the sky’s a deep, headstrong blue, and the sunlight pours through
the open living-room windows because the heat’s on too high in here and I can’t turn it off. For weeks now, driving, or dropping a bag of groceries in the street, the bag breaking,
I’ve been thinking: This is what the living do. And yesterday, hurrying along those wobbly bricks in the Cambridge sidewalk, spilling my coffee down my wrist and sleeve,
I thought it again, and again later, when buying a hairbrush: This is it. Parking. Slamming the car door shut in the cold. What you called that yearning.
What you finally gave up. We want the spring to come and the winter to pass. We want whoever to call or not call, a letter, a kiss—we want more and more and then more of it.
But there are moments, walking, when I catch a glimpse of myself in the window glass, say, the window of the corner video store, and I’m gripped by a cherishing so deep
for my own blowing hair, chapped face, and unbuttoned coat that I’m speechless: I am living. I remember you.
Rose O'Neill Sweet Monster series, 1921
Rock reliquaries by Sarah Flavin
Drew Barrymore at the Ever After premiere 1998
Susan Sarandon in Cannes, 1978.
YOU WILL FIND A WAY!!!! YOU WILL FIND A WAY . You will find a WAY ….. you WILL find a way . You will find a way you will find a way……!! YOU WILL FIND A WAY YOU WILL FIND A WAY you will find a Way you will (find) a way you will find. a way you will find a way YOU WILL FIND A WAY!!!!!!!
tom hardy on the set of marie antoinette (2006). fuck it all
Shimabuku: Sea and Flowers (2013)
Cathedral 13.