…But my dreaming self refuses to be consoled.
Margaret Atwood, from Moral Disorder and Other Stories; “The Other Place,”
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…But my dreaming self refuses to be consoled.
Margaret Atwood, from Moral Disorder and Other Stories; “The Other Place,”
me all day everyday: softer voices please
Be here. Or here.
Zhang Yidan
2016
sometimes I get a strong urge to abandon everything and buy a big yellow raincoat and live in an obscure fishing village on the coast of somewhere foreign where it’s always cloudy and eat a lot of stew and ride my bike everywhere and forget everything
by John Singer Sargent /detail/
I’m lucky to know such an awesome, inspiring, lovely lady. All you need in life is good friends, folks.
– and I shall think of you / Whenever I am most happy, whenever I am / Most sad, whenever I see a beautiful thing. You are a burning lamp to me, a flame / The wind cannot blow out, and I shall hold you / High in my hand against whatever darkness.
Edna St. Vincent Millay, from Three Plays; “The Lamp and the Bell,”
Léa Seydoux photographed by Liz Collins for Elle France (September 2016)
Music is at once the most wonderful, the most alive of all the arts— it is the most abstract, the most perfect, the most pure— and the most sensual. I listen with my body and it is my body that aches in response to the passion and pathos embodied in this music.
Susan Sontag in Reborn: Journals and Notebooks, 1947-1963
Song: “I Hear Music” by Billie Holiday
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I really love parallels
and, like, anything with Sontag sry
will i ever enjoy my life
that white girl u think is cool and different? she’s not
Anne Sexton in a letter to her daughter Linda Gray Sexton, excerpted in Searching For Mercy Street