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Joy Sullivan, “Want", Instructions for Traveling West

"I will cut adrift—I will sit on pavements and drink coffee—I will dream; I will take my mind out of its iron cage and let it swim—this fine October." — Virginia Woolf

petaltexturedskies

I have sometimes thought that a woman’s nature is like a great house full of rooms: there is a hall, through which everyone passes, going in and out; the drawing room, where one receives formal visits; the sitting room, where members of the family come and go as they list; but beyond that, far beyond, are other rooms, the hands of whose doors are perhaps never touched; no one knows the way to them, no one knows whither they lead; and in the innermost room, the soul sits alone and waits.

Edith Wharton, The Ghost Stories

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— Nitya Prakash

climbthestacks

“You could count on him for anything. Anything except staying alive.”

— Patti Smith, Year of the Monkey

mysharona1987

huariqueje

Bookstore (Reading Women) - Willy Belinfante

Dutch, 1922-2014

Oil on canvas, 30 x 40 cm.

My mom started working for an airline when I was a kid. I spent my childhood in a sleepy town so I welcomed being in a place full of movement, everyone having somewhere to be. I would try and meet her on holidays in whatever city she was scheduled to sleep in. I remember spending a thanksgiving in NOLA sitting with pilots and FA’s around a small table in a shit hotel. We drank cheap red wine and everyone laughed a lot. We went around the table and gave toasts, most mentioning their sadness for not being home. From a young age I learned the people I love carry the feeling of home for me & she was sitting right across the table. I was thankful.⁣ With the teenage years came the heavy experiences & with those came the need to escape. I found that escape in a window seat, usually sitting next to a stranger, crying over a Sylvia Plath poem while sending boys who said I love you to voicemail. In those years the anger I carried was heavier than any piece of luggage I packed and I was able to set it down for awhile when I was 30,000 feet up. “I’m sorry you had to go through that.” Apologies always seemed to come from those who didn’t owe them. I learned forgiveness on a flight. For myself, & for those who never asked for it. ⁣ At 19 I boarded a flight with $30 in my pocket and sand still in my shoes. “Are you coming or going,” asked an older woman as she sat down next to me. “I don’t know anymore,” I offered. She smiled knowingly. “That’s quite alright, honey.” ⁣ ⁣ And it was. I needed the space to sit with myself on the flights more than I needed the destination on the other side. These days my trips look a little different than they did in my teen years, but even now, when I’m feeling stressed I like to book a ticket. I feel like myself again before the seatbelt sign dings off.⁣ ⁣ My mom told me once she used to pack a bag& fly to a beach for a day just to see the ocean. I knew then that some intangible part of me was inherited. ⁣ ⁣ She flew into Austin one year and we drank tequila& set our mind on tattoos. Something that reminds us of the other, we decided.⁣ I got an airplane.⁣ - An unpopular love letter to airports & cheers to my mom for retiring from them https://www.instagram.com/p/ChlWFK4LSV5/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

averycanadianfilm

“There are two kinds of women: those who knit and those who unravel. I am a great unraveler. I can undo years of careful stitching in fifteen gluttonous minutes. It isn’t even a decision, really. Once I see the loose thread, I am undone. It’s over before I have even asked myself the question: Do I actually want to destroy this? -Stephanie Danler”

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half birthdays when you miss the real birthday 🥂 (at Dayton, Ohio) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cg0MfrOLIzM/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

“She really believed that the great religions of the world so far had come into being before anyone had grown up by the ocean. She believed in the ocean. [She] believed that the ocean was a giant lullaby god who could be seduced into seeing things her way and could bring forth great waves. "Great waves, great waves, great waves," [she] used to chant on bland days. On days when there were great waves, she would in silence bow her head to the sea and thank it.” #EveBabitz #SexAndRage https://www.instagram.com/p/CgIb6zmrc8R/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#evebabitz #sexandrage

bookquotesforthesoul

“Lately she has become so independent that watching her live is a kind of spectacle, as though she were walking a high wire with a skill I didn’t know she possessed: I watch her from below, proudly, my heart in my mouth.”

— Rachel Cusk, “Lions on Leashes” from Coventry

mandabookcorner

It’s just that the magic of someone new never lasts long enough. We only want those we can’t have. It’s those we lost or who never knew we existed who leave their mark. The others barely echo.

André Aciman, Find Me

psikonauti

Amy Beager (British, b. 1988)

Perfume, 2021

Acrylic and Oil on Canvas

#art #love love love

“There’s nothing more radiant than a woman with a secret. This man sees the heat coming off me but has no idea of its source. Is he simply a visual creature, he likes the way I look? I don’t know why men are charmed by this shit. But they mostly are, a performance of derision and confidence, abrasive edges smoothed out with self-deprecation that hints at vulnerability.” #StephanieDanler #Stray https://www.instagram.com/p/CbV0ROtL0yB/?utm_medium=tumblr

#stephaniedanler #stray

“If someone asked me “What are the signs of love?” I would have said without hesitation, It’s the familiarity and the removal of cost, and to find yourself not having to lie, and the embarrassment removed between you two, and see yourself acting in your nature without trying to be something else, and that you two keep silent and the silence gets delicious, and that one of you two talk and listening gets delicious.” (at Isla Mujeres Playa Norte) https://www.instagram.com/trappedinawebb/p/CXFQOTvL6uu/?utm_medium=tumblr

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