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— franz kafka, letters to milena
— "A Kiss on the Forehead", Marina Tsvetaeva
[ text ID: A kiss on the forehead — erases misery. / I kiss your forehead. / A kiss on the eyes — lifts sleeplessness. / I kiss your eyes. / A kiss on the lips — is a drink of water. / I kiss your lips. / A kiss on the forehead — erases memory. 1917 ]
The Lovers, Akseli Gallen-Kallela
What I want.
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Water Lilies, Monet Series
Oscar Wilde, De Profundis // @i-wrotethisforme // Jorge Louis Berges // @smokeinsilence //@viridianmasquerade //Jorge Louis Berges // @honeytuesday // Kaveh Akbar // F. Scott Fitzgerald // AKR //Olivie Blake, from “Alone With You in the Ether” // Kaveh Akbar, Pilgrimage
― Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone, This Is How You Lose the Time War
[text ID: I love you. I love you. I love you. I'll write it in waves. In skies. In my heart. You'll never see, but you will know. I'll be all the poets, I'll kill them all and take each one's place in turn, and every time love's written in all the strands it will be to you.]
it's been a day and i miss my s/o already
Everything Everywhere All At Once (2022) dir. Daniel Kwan, Daniel Scheinert
I AM WORKING ON BEING KINDER WHEN I AM HURT.
the-poetic-boy / paige lewis / safia elhillo / nutnoce / jane rule / carole maso / anne carson, edit by heavensghost
the-poetic-boy / paige lewis, from space struck / safia elhillo, from “haitham”, home is not a country / jane rule, work not found / carole maso, from the art lover / anne carson, from grief lessons: four plays by euripedes, edit by heavensghost

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✨The Beauty of Jupiter ✨
How do I look away now that I have seen you?
on being seen and known and understood
Rachel Mennies, from "April 18, 2017", The Naomi Letters//Rick Riordan, Mark of Athena//picture: Mihaly Zichy "romantic encounter", quote: Micah Nemerever "These Violent Delights", edit @promqueendyke // Micah Nemerever, "These Violent Delights"//Marie Howe, "The Affliction"//Anne Carson, "Red Doc>"//NA//Taylor Swift, "Daylight"//Elizabeth Gilbert, "Committed: A Skeptic Makes Peace with Marriage"//Little Women (2019)
andrei tarkovsky
[ID: Why are they all trying to make me into a saint? Oh God! Oh God! I want to do things. Stop turning me into a saint. /END ID]
“A lover? Maybe. Something tender, anyway. But tender like a bruise.”
— Marie Rutkoski (via curiousmuse)

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Toor’s scenes possess a kind of solemnity or quietude that does not suggest equilibrium so much as tender regard. Toor’s protagonists, obvious stand-ins for the artist himself, at least at an earlier moment in his life, seem held in suspension between two worlds, Old and New, never entirely at home in either. But he also holds them at emotional arm’s length, as if these images were tempered by time, less observations than memories, and they begin to assume the lineaments of archetype, despite their depiction of technology à la mode.
(Many of the pictures have an overall green palette, appropriate, perhaps, for the nocturnal illumination of bars or apartment parties—although more readily suggesting fin de siècle gaslight—but also reminiscent of the discoloured varnish of old paintings hanging for generations in smoke-filled drawing rooms.)
on Salman Toor