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― Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart
Vincent Van Gogh
and I can see us lost in the memories. august slipped away like a moment in time;
The Warden of the Tomb, Franz Kafka
[text ID: But I know it will get more and more gloomy. This autumn is sad beyond belief.]
Karina Borowicz, September Tomatoes
Emily Jungmin Yoon, "Between Autumn Equinox and Winter Solstice, Today"
“Read, read, read. Never stop reading. And when you can’t read anymore, write.”
— James Baldwin
Dan Pagis, from “Autobiography”; translated by Stephen Mitchell
Text ID: my parents invented grief, / I invented silence.
“It never really goes away, the longing for the life not lived, because isn’t that part of how we come to know ourselves too? Through what we lack as much as what we have, all we dream but do not hold. Some desires have no resolution.”
— Madelaine Lucas, Thirst for Salt (Tin House Books, March 7, 2023)
kafka had his diaries, didion had her notebooks, plath wrote in journals, and i have my tumblr blog
do support on KO-FI
“𝐷𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑖𝑡's 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑖𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛?”
~ Tyler Knott Gregson
فإن تسألني كيف أنت فإنَّني
صبورٌ على ريبِ الزمانِ صعيبُ
حريصٌ على أن لا يُرى بي كآبةٌ
فيشمُتُ عادٍ أو يُساءَ حَبيبُ
_علي بن أبي طالب*
وما الناسُ إلاَّ فِعَالُهُمُ
فَدَعْ ما تُزَخْرِفُهُ الأَلْسُنُ
سَجِيَّةُ أَصْلِ الفَتَى فِعْلُهُ
بما عِنْدَهُ يَقْذِفُ المَعْدِنُ
_ابن الحداد الأندلسي*
وَمَن ذا الَّذي تُرضى سَجاياهُ كُلُّها
كَفى المَرءَ نُبلاً أَن تُعَدَّ مَعايِبُهْ
_علي بن الجهم*