Florence and The Machine, from “100 Years”
— The Empress Yamato Hime (translated by Kenneth Rexroth)
[text ID: Others may forget you, but not I. / I am haunted / by your beautiful ghost.]
— Conversations about Home (At the Deportation Centre), Warsan Shire
[text ID: My body is burning with the shame of not belonging, my body is longing.]
“Today I forgive myself. Not just once. Again, and again, and again. As many times as it takes to find peace.”
— Unknown
— Heaven, Mieko Kawakami
[text ID: I knew that it was cruel to be so optimistic, but, in my solitude, I couldn't resist the urge and spent entire days basking in idiotic fantasies, sometimes verging on prayer.]
― Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea
[text ID: I am going to outlive myself. Eat, sleep, sleep, eat. Exist slowly, softly, like these trees, like a puddle of water, like the red bench in the streetcar.]
― Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea
[text ID: I exist. It is soft, so soft, so slow. And light: it seems as though it suspends in the air. It moves.]
“𝘈 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵; 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯'𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯'𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳.”
And into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul.
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Photography by Thinloth.
dating me is like being someone’s muse on a 24-hour basis. i will write poems about you day in and day out. i will send you perfumed love letters for you to stow in your desk and open whenever you’re feeling down. i will gift you annotated books with highlighted passages that remind me of you. i will see pieces of you in the movie i’m watching; the novel i’m reading; the song i couldn’t stop rewinding for days on end. the world will be one big jigsaw that holds various little hints as to who you are as a person.
