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All photographs are memento mori. To take a photograph is to participate in another person's (or thing's) mortality, vulnerability, mutability. Precisely by slicing out this moment and freezing it, all photographs testify to time's relentless melt.
Susan Sontag, On Photography (originally published in 1977)
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How to Maintain Eye Contact, Robert Wood Lynn
All of this. Literally created homes and lives and then been discarded like trash.
“To have someone understand your mind is a different kind of intimacy.”
— Unknown
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Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959
Wildness Before Something Sublime Leila Chatti
“I’m not into convincing people I’m worthy. I’m into people who’ll convince me on my worst days that I’m still worth the world.”
— Reyna Biddy
@Lily 🏴:Grief is like glitter. In the beginning, it’s everywhere, on your hands, in your hair, scattered across every corner of your life. You try to clean it up, to restore some sense of order. And for a while, it seems like you’ve succeeded. But then, one day, you move a sofa or open a forgotten drawer, and there it is again. A tiny sparkle that catches the light and reminds you of what you lost.
It doesn’t go away completely. It settles, becomes quieter, less overwhelming. You learn to live with it, to carry it gently. And years later, when you find a bit of that glitter tucked behind a shelf, you might smile. Maybe even laugh. Because it reminds you of love, of connection, of someone who mattered deeply.
Eventually, something will catch your eye.. a photo, a favorite song, a familiar scent, and instead of pain, you’ll feel warmth. That’s the quiet truth about grief. It stays with you, but it changes. It becomes a part of your story, a soft echo of the love that never really left.
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Alejandro Zambra, Ways of Going Home (translated by Megan McDowell)
Natalie Diaz, “Snake-Light.” Postcolonial Love Poem
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“but how could you live and have no story to tell?”- Fyodor Dostoevsky
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sheepish is a really funny word. fuck im so nervous (turns into this)
“I understand now what love really feels like. The kind that consumes you. Love holds the power to break you. It holds the power to complete you.”
— Abbi Glines, The Vincent Brothers
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what are three thousand things you associate with me
“I understand now what love really feels like. The kind that consumes you. Love holds the power to break you. It holds the power to complete you.”
— Abbi Glines, The Vincent Brothers
