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jueki

The Tokyo Night Sky Is Always the Densest Shade of Blue 2017 ‘夜空はいつでも最高密度の青色だ’ Directed by Yuya Ishii

victoriajoan

Sometimes I fall asleep, book open, one A.M., sometimes I long for you all night.

Marilyn Hacker, from Going Back to the River

whitefireprincess

Positano, Italy 💗

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Phantom Thread 2017, dir. Paul Thomas Anderson

Though the poets might tell you differently, it is not possible to hold on to passion when there is nothing to keep it alive.

— Sarah Dunant, The Birth of Venus

#sarah dunant #the birth of venus #words

allthingseurope

Westerkerk, Amsterdam (by redcharlie)

allthingseurope

Alesund, Norway (by Jarand K. Lokeland)

incorrect-harry-potter-quotes

anyway it is the year two thousand and twenty and in my country alone 100,000+ are dead and over 40 million people (myself included) are unemployed due to a pandemic that has had a negligent-at-best-cruel-at-worst government response, black people are being murdered by police at horrific rates, trans people have the highest murder rate of any group, hate crimes (especially against immigrants) have spiked globally, and the president called for the military to shoot people protesting violent systemic injustice

if you will not use any platform at your disposal to call out injustice and bigotry then you have chosen your side

neutrality is not an option when one side is calling for the death of the other

sometimestuesday-deactivated202

Sylvia Plath was right

ironleaves

About what?

sometimestuesday-deactivated202

“Being born a woman is an awful tragedy. Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, bar room regulars—to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording —all is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yet, God, I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night.”

driedpetals-blog

“— with such tenderness — to the point of tears — and with such a sense of radiance.”

— Vladimir Nabokov, from Letters to Vera (via theimperfectideal)

weltenwellen

Susan Sontag, Reborn: Journals and Notebooks, 1947-1963

inkskinned

Man... I love watching people be harmlessly excited about things. Passionate about them. Start beaming and overflowing with chatter and get all animated and delighted. It breaks my heart when I see them take a breath and apologize and keep backtracking and quieting down because I know at some point they were told to control all that joy. I'm constantly like - don't be sorry! Tell me more! Honey go ahead and talk until your throat is raw. I love being in this moment with you and watching you light up. I don't need to even understand what you're talking about. I just like you, and therefore like anything that makes you feel this way. Lemme sit down. Gimme that Ted talk. Keep on glowing.

5/29/2020

How are you? I hope you are well. As for me, I have trouble sleeping these past few days. What started as a simple change of sleeping pattern has turned into a worrying case of insomnia. It’s like my body has forgotten how to fall asleep. My mind is too active, too noisy. It’s either I imagine myself wandering different places in various scenarios or I can feel my eyes stare at nothingness. I will myself to sleep but to little avail after what seems like hours. When I do fall asleep, it’s only for a few hours. It’s been a constant struggle that I somehow dread to close my eyes and not feel any signs of slumber coming in. My eyes are tired and heavy though. I want a restful 10 hour sleep. I’m thinking of buying sleeping aid later. I’m really getting desperate here.

I have also not been watching any movies. I don’t have the energy and adequate attention span to do so. What I engross myself in is reading a book entitled The Birth of Venus by Sarah Dunant. It’s about the state of art and religion in 15th century Florence through the eyes of a young woman whose dream is to be an artist. I’ll write about it in the coming days.

#personal