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Dirty Dancing (1987), dir. Emile Ardolino
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shutting in.
heather havrilesky // “last one up”, paul oxborough // from a letter to theo van gogh, vincent van gogh // on the beach at night alone (2017), dir. sang-soo hong // shauna niequist
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DOJA CAT Photographed by Eric Johnson for Interview Magazine (September 2021)
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Lidia Yuknavitch, from The Chronology of Water: A Memoir
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Lidia Yuknavitch, from The Chronology of Water: A Memoir
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Rolling Stone Aus - Dec 1996
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Frosted Glass Suzanne Statuette on Illuminated Base of Bronze Peacock. Circa 1925. R. Lalique.
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BAG CHECK 003
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― Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
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i love you, tenderly
thomas merton // “eurydice” sarah ruhl // ernest hemingway // anis mojgani “in the pockets of small gods” // lemony snicket // franz kafka “the castle” // @fridayiminlovemp3 (mitski “strawberry blonde”) // mitski “pink in the night” // khalil gibran // gustave flaubert from a letter to george sand, 1876 // danez smith “acknowledgments” // “love freely” E.C. @desultory-suggestions
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tongue tied summer
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— Marie Howe, from Magdalene: Poems; "The Landing"
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“Some periods of our growth are so confusing that we don’t even recognize that growth is happening. We may feel hostile or angry or weepy and hysterical, or we may feel depressed. It would never occur to us, unless we stumbled on a book or a person who explained to us, that we were in fact in the process of change, of actually becoming larger, spiritually, than we were before. Whenever we grow, we tend to feel it, as a young seed must feel the weight and inertia of the earth as it seeks to break out of its shell on its way to becoming a plant. Often the feeling is anything but pleasant. But what is most unpleasant is the not knowing what is happening. Those long periods when something inside ourselves seems to be waiting, holding its breath, unsure about what the next step should be, eventually become the periods we wait for, for it is in those periods that we realize that we are being prepared for the next phase of our life and that, in all probability, a new level of the personality is about to be revealed.”
— Alice Walker, Living by the Word (via themindmovement)
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1937 state park
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bluebeardsbride
“He grins again, and everything inside me moves. Oh, love. Love.”
— James Baldwin, If Beale Street Could Talk
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loverletter
something so dizzying about being kissed in a dream. faraway and transient ofc in its non-existence and yet. lingering?? you wake up with your mouth full of that imaginary thing. you wake up still slow and timeless and wondering. milk and half-eaten apple. there’s simply no core to throwaway
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moon song, phoebe bridgers
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“...And when
was the last time
with genuine sorrow
and longing to change
you got on your knees?”
– from Boardinghouse with No Visible Address, Franz Wright