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*sprinkles fairy dust on you*
(voice of a person spiralling) its embarrassing but i still havent figured out if its ok for me to be alive
Anton Chekhov, from "In Exile" in The Complete Stories of Anton Chekhov, Vol. I: 1882-1885
I do wish we could make it a little more socially acceptable to wander the streets at night weeping inconsolably I feel like that would have a great catharsis factor for a lot of people
The reason why I hate the idea of growing up, I guess, is subconsciously because I want to remain a child and be sheltered from accepting the responsibility of things. I also shy away from making decisions and thinking about what I’m good for – which I am convinced, isn’t much.
Sylvia Plath, in a letter to Ann Davidow-Goodman wr. c. January 1951, from The Letters of Sylvia Plath Vol. I: 1940-1956
“Dreams of Dandelion” by Seraphine Saintclair
Elena Wuest (Kazakhstan/German b.1977), Lost in a Dream, 2026, Oil on canvas
Louise Glück, from "October" in Poems 1962-2012
My frens wedding veil… “In this life and the after”
All photographs are memento mori. To take a photograph is to participate in another person's (or thing's) mortality, vulnerability, mutability. Precisely by slicing out this moment and freezing it, all photographs testify to time's relentless melt.
Susan Sontag, On Photography (originally published in 1977)
2010-04-18