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Jia Li (Chinese, b.1964), Summer Light, 2015, Watercolor on paper
The Glass Essay, Anne Carson
“it is a terrifying thing when you live in a world where you only trust yourself with your mind—the knives and the butterflies and the ominous boom of your heart.”
— The BreakBeat Poets Vol. 3: Halal If You Hear Me, ‘A Study of Anatomy, Although I Have No Desire to Study It’ by Tasneem Maher (edited by Fatimah Asghar & Safia Elhillo)
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
Sue Zhao
“Something in me wants more. I can’t rest.”
— Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
“I, too, remember that feeling. You are caught between all that was and all that must be. You feel lost.”
— Haruki Murakami,. Hard-Boiled Wonderland And The End Of The World. (via thequotejournals)
Once you don’t care about them anymore, they look so different
I wanna be kissed and kissed and kissed and kissed and kissed and
Åh jag hittade massa dikter och blev kär i den här
me? a depressive episode? more like a depressive series bitch, season 15 out next week
“And as we move away, we can see ourselves turning into memories. We are these memories. As of this moment, we’ll remember each other as we’ll remember a distant world disappearing into a blueness more blue than it used to be.”
—
Mahmoud Darwish, from Memory for Forgetfulness: August, Beirut, 1982.
Bram Stoker — Dracula
the clouds were magical today