Sunset from our kitchen window...
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Sunset from our kitchen window...
Quick reminder of how in love I am.
- Who taught you all this? - Suffering.
Albert Camus, from Selected Works; “The Plague,” published c. 1947 (via violentwavesofemotion)
Island summers.
god released me into the wild and now he’s hunting me for sport
In the morning when I wake And the sun is coming through, Oh, you fill my lungs with sweetness, And you fill my head with you.
“In March I’ll be rested, caught up and human.”
— Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Aurelia Plath written c. February 1953
I come, blood on blood, like the sea, wave on wave. I have a soul the color of poppies.
Miguel Hernández, from Selected Poems; “Bloody Fate,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
Your heart is raw and bleeding. Everything is strange and terrible.
Vasily Grossman, tr. by Robert Chandler, from “Everything Flows,” (via violentwavesofemotion)