Nesta

20, pt/eng

[weltenwellen]

Cathy Park Hong, from "Spring and All"

[amicus-noctis]

Quote and pictures from Ingmar Bergmans ‘Scenes from a Marriage’

[knithacker]

These Spellbinding Shawls Are Inspired by the Anatomy of Plants - Designed and Knit by Dr. Julia Riede: 👉 https://buff.ly/3dE7Xsj

[sneaky-sea-slug]

I love plant anatomy so much.

[perfectfeelings]

“Whoever you are, or whatever it is that you do, when you really want something, it’s because that desire originated in the soul of the universe. It’s your mission on earth.”

— Paulo Coelho

[moonstoast]

— dissociation

the book of disquiet by fernando pessoa // a breath of life by clarice lispector // againts the mass of the night by kaye donachie // how to dissapear completely by radiohead // normal people by sally rooney // rené magritte // virgina woolf // by me // enrico robusti

[secondbodies]

"I am being joyful in this very instant because I refuse to be defeated: so I love. As an answer. Impersonal love, it love, is love: even the love that doesn't work out, even the love that ends."

Água Viva, by Clarice Lispector

[realpeoplefiction]

im still young i still have time im still young i still have time im still young i still have time [lays on the floor wasting my time]

[mjalti]

*consumes literature* *throws up* ooooo I love this poem!!

[vasthibunyan]

And all at once he fancied she had been with him for many years and was dying. He had a sudden clear feeling that he would not survive her death. He would lie down beside her and want to die with her. He pressed his face into the pillow beside her head and kept it there for a long time. Now he was standing at the window trying to call that moment to account. What could it have been if not love declaring itself to him? But was it love? The feeling of wanting to die beside her was clearly exaggerated: he had seen her only once before in his life! Was it simply the hysteria of a man who, aware deep down of his inaptitude for love, felt the self-deluding need to simulate it? His unconscious was so cowardly that the best partner it could choose for its little comedy was this miserable provincial waitress with practically no chance at all to enter his life!

Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being.

[vasthibunyan]

"There is no means of testing which decision is better, because there is no basis for comparison. We live everything as it comes, without warning, like an actor going on cold. And what can life be worth if the first rehearsal for life is life itself? That is why life is always like a sketch. No, sketch is not quite the word, because a sketch is an outline of something, the groundwork for a picture, whereas the sketch that is our life is a sketch for nothing, an outline with no picture."

"The Unbearable Lightness Of Being" By Milan Kundera

[cheruib]

life is so good when ur reading a book and taking it w u everywhere like your little child

[gnnosis]

it’s a sad song. but we sing it anyway.

[ the anthropocene reviewed, animated / “permanent,” the milk carton kids / richard siken / the good place 4x12 / the raven king, maggie stiefvater / hadestown (2017) / ted lasso 3x12 / elsa beskow / “no complaints,” noah kahan / angels in america ]

[zebulontheplanet]

Shoutout to autistics who need a caretaker but don’t have one. I see you, and you definitely aren’t alone cause same.

[feral-ballad]

Alejandra Pizarnik, tr. by Patricio Ferrari & Forrest Gander, from The Galloping Hour: French Poems; “I check for you in the wind”

[Text ID: But I check for you in the wind. / Night opens me and it’s you.”]

[flowerytale]

Marguerite Duras, from The Lover

[mymycorrhizae]

People assuming Crowley and Aziraphale are a couple