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i know the mortifying ordeal of being known is real for too many of us, but consider this: someone saw you once and loved your hairstyle. someone loves your laugh, how you scrunch your nose when you find something funny. your birthday could be an old friend’s password. that one song you recommended to your crush a couple summers back could still be their favorite. you are in other people’s birthday party photos. someone could’ve fallen in love with you on public transportation. our lives intertwine beautifully and you, dear human, are a little piece of other people’s fond, lovely memories. part of the ordeal of being known implies the ordeal of being loved.
Simone Weil, “Detachment” (trans. Emma Craufurd), Simone Weil: An Anthology
[Text ID: “Love is not consolation, it is light.”]
sonder
we don’t write poetry because
Details: Leuchtturm im Hafen von Neapel bei Mondschein by Josef Rebell, 1827
María Cristina de Borbon, Queen of Spain (detail). By Vicente López Portaña, 1830
at Uffizi Gallery
Not to be over dramatic or anything but the decline in popularity of hand written letters is one of the most disappointing decisions we've made as a modern society.
Ofelia by Ernest Hébert, c. 1910 (details)
"A university degree, four books & hundreds of articles and I stil make mistakes when reading. You wrote me "Good morning" & I read it as "I love you".
-Mahmoud Darwish
Abandoned church in Czech filled with ghost statues
Denis Forkas
ocean vuong / @nolanisms (via) / novo amor / looking for langston (1989, dir. isaac julien, via) / jas ratchford / evie hilliar (via) / broken social scene
anna akhmatova
Remember when Virginia Woolf said “her eyes are pure stars, and her fingers, if they touch you, freeze you to the bone”, and then Oscar Wilde said “I don’t want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them”, the feels in this.
currently reading King Lear by Shakespeare, and i must say i find it so hard to read plays. i know people love them, but they seem so plain to me? they’re nice to listen to though
Jupiter and Io, from the series The Loves of Jupiter by Bernard Lépicié (1729-40)
Let’s bring back old romance. Send that person a love letter, write a piece of music dedicated to them or a song about them. Buy them their favourite flowers and then take them to the theatre. Take walks with them in the park while reciting their favourite poems to them. Cook for them when they don’t ask and make them tea when they seem stressed. Lounge together on a couch and let the day drift by. Sneak out of the house together late at night to go and watch the stars.
Let’s bring old romance back!
book: it’s called they both die at the end
they both: die at the end
me: oh my god i didn’t see that coming
they both die at the end
i haven’t cried about a book like this for so long, so beautiful and heartbreaking. i can feel my heart breaking in my chest
“did finding each other, kill us?” - rufus
after a break from reading I’M FINALLY STARTING TODAY AGAIN <33
Louise Gluck, poems 1962- 2012
Body comparison Essential iris atrophy and a black hole
— Neil Hilborn, from Our Numbered Days
When you feel you have lost everything, you still have
books
unexpected kindness in strangers
the rest of the world to travel
languages to learn
animals to take care of
volunteer work to do
the power of a good night’s rest
the changing of seasons
infinite things to learn
billions of people to meet and possibly love
billions of people who might love you back
Needed this today
poetry is so weird. sometimes i read a poem and i’m like eh, and sometimes i read that same poem and start seeing shrimp colors
Din + taking hits to his right pauldron
(requested/insp by @fanfoolishness)
bonus (the Armorer, deciding what to do with the first bit of beskar):
i'm so jealous of people with such expansive and sophisticated vocabulary like for the love of god please stop using words i've never even heard of
5.23.21
reading and annotating mansfield park. it’s one of my favorite books, and one of my favorite austen novels (is that a controversial opinion?) anyway, bonus points to whoever can guess what inspired my bookmark!
Head of Medusa, 1618, Peter Paul Rubens