Coffee and Contemplation

The secret of joy is the mastery of pain

[mollybeenoel]

Source: poeticalphotos

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[funeral]

Maria Denise Dessimoz, The Inevitable Anguish of Desire

[weltenwellen]

Martha Gellhorn, Selected Letters

[weltenwellen]

E.E. Cummings, Complete Poems, 1904-1962

[weltenwellen]

Jeanette Winterson, Lighthousekeeping

[lifeinpoetry]

And sometimes I want to win. And sometimes I want to lose so badly I can taste it. To surrender everything I’m made of: the neat, fenced acres of my separateness— that little plot of land I’ve spent a life defending— to let go until there’s nothing left of me but that great vault we spoke of, its endless dark, its pitiless silence.

— Danusha Laméris, from “Worlds in Worlds,” Bonfire Opera

[weltenwellen]

when Susan Sontag said “I’ve had such enormous difficulties thinking about myself, being connected with myself this last year. Only the same old stale reflections.” to “Kindness, kindness, kindness. I want to make a New Year’s prayer, not a resolution. I’m praying for courage.” 

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Heart-shaped locket gifted to Lauren Bacall by Humphrey Bogart

[sailie]

[petaltexturedskies]

Virginia Woolf, The Years

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Destined With You Netflix Photoshoot

[thewindsofjanuary]

My mind had claws and sets of teeth if left unchecked it will eat and eat

Florence Welch, Useless Magic

[fairycosmos]

i hate how every day is such a performance. even to stand up straight and look someone in the eye is part of the act. it's taking everything out of me

[aropride]

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“I’m sorry you couldn’t find me. I have been in the woods. I put myself there because I couldn’t be good. I have been running with foxes and running with crows and I have found myself a home where no one goes.”

Florence Welch, from “Useless Magic.”

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Fernando Pessoa, the book of disquiet