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“I do not write poetry; I take words and dip them in feelings.”
— Arti Honrao (via thatkindofwoman)

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«دع كلّ شيء يحدثُ لك: الجمال والرّهبة.
ما عليك إلا المُضيّ.
لا شعور هو النهاية.
لا تتركِ الالم ينفصلُ عنك،
حتى وإن كان في ذلك قسوة،
فالأشياءُ قريبةٌ من بعضها دائمًا.»
VIAJE AL INFINITO | ph. víctor m. alonso
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Camouflage by Pejac, birds in broken windows of abandoned power plant Rijeka, Croatia

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“There are tiny memories which tear at my heart …”
— Simone de Beauvoir (1908-1986), in a letter to Jean-Paul Sartre (1905-1980), Paris, dated Sunday, September 10, 1939, in: “Letters To Sartre”, translated from the French by Quintin Hoare
— Pedro Salinas, a poem titled, A Reason for Love, section 5, in the book Memory In My Hands: The Love Poetry of Pedro Salinas, translated by Ruth Katz Crispin
Petals that were on the ground of the catwalk last night at The Forum. (via helenepambrun)
“So soft, so melancholy, so wild,”
— Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry featured in “A Passionate Apprentice,”
“I am a prisoner of a fairy-tale. My own softness chokes me.”
— Anna de Noailles, tr. by Jethro Bithell, from Poems; “In The Garden,”

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Michael Thompson - Insect in Hand, Kona, Hawaii, 2002
“You look at me as if you were in me. And you are in me. And outside me. Everywhere.”
— Agustín Gómez-Acros, The Carnivorous Lamb (trans. by William Rodarmor)
“Or, like the poets, are you stimulated by despair, does grief move you to reveal your nature?”
— Louise Glück, “Vespers” from The Wild Iris

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“Even in your melancholy hue, you're my brightest blue.”
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Joachim Trier - Sentimental Value (2025)