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August 31, 1934 Virginia Woolf, “A Writer’s Diary” (1918 - 1941)
𝙰𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝟷𝟶, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟸 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟶 -𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟹
[ID: August 10. Wrote nothing. END ID]
Ruth Awad, from “Let me be a lamb in a world that wants my lion”
Image I.D. — “My god, will I ever not be / surprised by what I can survive?” — End I.D.
Ambitious humans took on the challenge of seeking water on other planets, given that water is the precondition of life. However, contemplating water is also to slip away, dissolve, & die. Could it be that deep within the core of our desire for extraterrestrial communication hides an obscure urge to seek new ways of dying? - Damon Bonari
ray bradbury was right: "September. In the last days when things are getting sad for no reason" etc

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Ada Limón, from “Sometimes I Think My Body Leaves a Shape in the Air”, The Carrying: Poems
Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Gentle Spirit
“So instead of giving in to despair I chose active melancholy, in so far as I was capable of activity, in other words I chose the kind of melancholy that hopes, that strives and that seeks, in preference to the melancholy that despairs numbly and in distress.”
— Vincent van Gogh, The Letters of Vincent van Gogh
{Alice Oseman, Radio Silence/ Emily Palermo, from Untitled/ Franz Kafka, from Diaries/ Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar/ Marya Hornbacher, Waiting/ Nikos Kazantzakis, from a letter to Galatea Kazantzaki wr. c. May 1922/ Mahmoud Darwish/ Anna Akhmatova, from The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova; "The Old Portrait"/ Lyric Hunter, from "A Garden," Swallower/ Albert Camus/ Varsha/ Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Meek One}
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“As far as words go, ‘crying’ is louder and 'weeping’ is wetter. When people explain the difference between the two to English-language learners they say that weeping is more formal, can sound archaic in everyday speech. You can hear this in their past tenses—the plainness of 'cried’, the velvet cloak of 'wept’. I remember arguing once with a teacher who insisted 'dreamt’ was incorrect, dreamed the only proper option. She was wrong, of course, in both philological and moral ways, and ever since I’ve felt a peculiar attachment to the t’s of the past: weep, wept, sleep, slept, leave, left. There’s a finality there, a quiet completion, of which ’d’ has never dreamt.”
— Heather Christle, from The Crying Book