“my mob of memories, drunk as butterflies”

Yi Yuksa

[thememedaddy]

[enki2]

[petaltexturedskies]

Marina Tsvetaeva, in a letter to Boris Pasternak, from Letters Summer 1926

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“I wasn’t young anymore, and something — like a flame burning inside me — was steadily fading away. The feeling of that flame warming me from within was receding ever further.”

— Haruki Murakami, Killing Commendatore

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nick prideaux

[theconcealedweapon]

This is what's so fucked up about "nothing that requires the labor of others is a human right".

The labor is already being done under capitalism. The laborers are already being underpaid under capitalism.

When you propose removing the greedy profiteers and paying the workers a reasonable wage, people call that "slavery" while they have no problem with the current system.

They're not even trying to make sense.

[isuggestrevolution]

i have a suggestion

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[mournfulroses]

Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959

[the-world-i-love-so-much]

[mournfulroses]

Anne Sexton, from a poem titled "Loving The Killer," featured in The Complete Poems of Anne Sexton

[mournfulroses]

Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959

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