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Da mi je još jednom proživjeti juli....
Miranda, (Detail), (1875), by John William Waterhouse RA (1849 – 1917), oil on canvas, 76 cm (29.9 in) x 101.5 cm (39.9 in), Private Collection
why try to stop me complaining on your lap, why not accept it as the act of devotion it is?
July 22, 1916 Letters to Felice by Franz Kafka First published : 1973
July 21, 1920 Letters to Milena by Franz Kafka First published : 1952
𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟷𝟿, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟶 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟶-𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟹
[ID: July 19, slept, awoke, slept, awoke, miserable life. END ID]
Deliver me, Lord, from imbeciles and cretins.
HILDA HILST — The Obscene Madame D, transl. by Nathanaël & Rachel Gontijo Araujo, (2025)
Penetrate deep mountain caverns, Follow clouds towards the heavens: Muses call, to stream and valley, Many a thousand times, oh, many. As soon as fresh flowers meet the eye, New songs our efforts earn: And though fleeting time goes by, The seasons they return.
— Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe, Ever and Everywhere
𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟷𝟼, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟸 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹
𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟷𝟼, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟸 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹
Odalisque by Guillaume Seignac, detail
French, 1870 – 1924
thinking bout 2019 and how i took her for granted
𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟷𝟻, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟼 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹
[ID: July 15. He ran to the woods to look for help, he crossed the first hill almost in a bound, he sped up to the sources of the downward-flowing brooks, he beat the air with his hands, his breath came thickly through his nose and mouth. END ID]
Seraphine Saintclair, “Orchid Priestess, Midnight Spun”