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oranges (and clementines and tangerines) as vessels of love
Alessia Di Cesare, Eduardo Mueses, Rebecca O’Connor, Frank Ocean - Golden Girl (Feat. Tyler, The Creator), Nina LaCour, @smokedsugar, Gary Soto
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Ach im the exact same but a process has occurred
I'm thinking about this post and i have decided that it is one of those things that is a poem in some undefinable way
BAAP duniya ki woh behtareen hasti hai, jiski dastarkhwaan par maujudgi aur kamrey ke bahar utarey hue jootey bhi tahaffuz ka ehsaas dilatey hain
-Unknown
when björk said that trying to communicate through talking feels like trying to put the ocean through a straw

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“In Vietnamese, the word for missing someone
and remembering them is the same: nhó. Some-
times, when you ask me over the phone, Con
nho me khönq? I flinch, thinking you meant, Do
you remember me?
I miss you more than I remember you.”
~ Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous
& how it's “yaad” in urdu. the only difference is the change of verb and sentence formation and that's how we know if the person is talking about missing someone or remembering them; "mujhy tumhari yaad aa rahi hai” (transliteration: your memory/remembrance is coming to me) but even now the sentence is still talking about remembrance. there is no literal translation for "I miss you" because we don't have the word for "missing" someone, all we ever do is remember them; they are never 'missing', they are with us through that remembrance.
It's like saying "I am not upset thinking about how you are not here anymore but rather I'm remembering the times you were here and I wish things were the same." to say "I miss you" in Urdu is to say "Now that I feel your absence, your memories are clouding me, I am remembering to remember you."
“What an age! Everyone is dying, everything is dying, and the Earth is dying also, eaten up by the sun and the wind. I don’t know where I get the courage to keep on living in the midst of these ruins. Let us love each other to the end.”
— George Sand, in a letter to Gustave Flaubert circa 1870
“And so, with a fine and hopeless desperation, I try to imagine a possible past, to remember a possible past with images no different in nature than the images we have of something that has happened. And of course it fails. Memory fails as it always does, and the pale shadows walk back into the gates of darkness.”
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B.H. Fairchild, “Memory of a Possible Future”
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rick humphrey / aron wiesenfeld / charlotte ager / holly warburton / devin leonardi / richard cartwright

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you always told me not to use the good teacups the ones reserved for the guests, with their pretty blue birds and their matching saucers the ones you're now picking out of numbed flesh and sweeping off the floor
when the beer stained breath loves the curses and the curses love the children Christ looks down from the dining room wall and doesn't say a thing
nailed to the cross, nailed to the wall, nailed to memory blood running down arms wrists slippery sweater red do you ever stop screaming in my head
the sweater unravels and i grab at the threads spilling out of my hands, out of my heart we're coming apart at the seams
To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves.
- Federico García Lorca
#help
Patrick von Kalckreuth (Kiel 1898-1970 Starnberg)
“The North Sea” oil on canvas,-1955
Must I go bound while you go free
Must I love a man who doesn't love me
Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince
Manna Francis, First Against the Wall
Love is knowing that your feet carry you to a painful place, and still go anyway.
Mitta Xinindlu
Violet Trefusis
Amanda Grace, But I Love Him
I take off my hands and I give them to you but you don’t want them, so I take them back and put them on the wrong way, the wrong wrists.
Richard Siken, Crush
Albert Camus
Why love what you will lose?
There is nothing else to love.
Louise Glück, Triumph of Achilles

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i remember you telling me that i feel like van goghs starry night to you.i wanted to say but i feel like his suicide note. i didn’t. because that would’ve been an unravelling, and unravelling strips away till you reach the end, and in my end there is no starry night. i’d rather be untouched than have you know that there is no art here, except the ones on my thighs. my entire life seems to have been a prolonged act of death. is living worth it when i only do it from others perception of me?
jan 12, 2020
tell me you love this, tell me you're not miserable