‘Love is an organic thing. It rots and softens.’
Words by Clementine Von Radics
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‘Love is an organic thing. It rots and softens.’
Words by Clementine Von Radics
They expect me to want her like I am a stable man; I am a starving one
“Wild Geese”, by Mary Oliver
C.S. Lewis once wrote,
"I sat with my anger long enough until she told me her real name was grief"
And I think we all needed to hear that.
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melissa broder, milk fed
Roberto Ferri: Soffio impuro
If life can remove people you never dreamt of losing, it can replace them with someone you never dreamt of having.
-@lipikkawrites
Søren Kierkegaard, Diaries 1813-1855
fyodor dostoevsky (the brothers karamazov), charles bukowski (a vote for the gentle light)
czesław miłosz, from the poem "hope"
"This story is a tragedy because it didn't have to end this way."
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"This story is a tragedy because it was always going to end this way."
#a REALLY good tragedy is locked in quantum uncertainty between these two states
Louise Glück
A Russian believer plunges himself into the freezing waters of an ice hole in the shape of a crucifix
Hiraeth (n.)
a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past.
"And in the end, we were all just humans… drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness." - F. Scott Fitzgerald, "The Great Gatsby"
Alanis Morissette, Sorry to Myself/Haruki Murakami,1084