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- nature and the body of the woman (various artists)
"How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you." WB Yeats
Falling in love with Yeats again.
the tenderness of coffee together
It really drives me insane that I don’t know how people feel about me. Like am I nice??? Am I funny???? Am I mean???? Am I rude??? Am I obnoxious??? Am I dumb???? What am I????????????????????
do you ever sabotage your own free time? like wtf is that about? i want to play this game or read or do something specific but instead i will just stare out the window or scroll mindlessly???
nothing is as tender as annotating your favourite books. it’s like leaving a piece of your heart on the pages for somebody else to find.
During a lecture on epic poetry like the Mahābhārata and Iliad in my first year of college, my professor said, “When the whole world dies, even when brick and mortar is destroyed, memory survives. It survives and lives on in generations to come. And literature carries that memory. All your geography, your economics, your psychology, they’re all based on the memory of man, passed down generations after generations. These epic poems and literature we are studying right now is to remind us that we too will be memories one day. And therefore, let us be good memories” and I think a piece of this lecture will live on in me wherever I go.
"Man is equally incapable of seeing the nothingness from which he emerges and the infinity in which he is engulfed."
-Blaise Pascal
it's been. it's been 12 months
seduce me with your book collection
pretty shitty how baseline human activities like singing, dancing and making art got turned into skills instead of being seen as behaviors
so now it’s like ‘the point of doing them is to get good at them’ and not ‘this is a thing humans do, the way birds sing and bees make hives’.
I know I’ve posted this before, but it bears repeating.
This is a thing humans do; you don’t have to be good at it to enjoy it.
If you write me a letter or note I will literally keep it for the rest of my life.
went to the doctor and he said im perfect and nothing will ever be wrong with me