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LIVING THROUGH MEMORIES.

thomas campbell // suzanne collins, gregor and the code of claw // czesław miłosz, the issa valley // vladimir nabokov // antonio porchia // l.m. montgomery, the story girl

“Time was passing like a hand waving from a train I wanted to be on. I hope you never have to think about anything as much as I think about you.”

— Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via noorshirazie)

— a girl is a haunted house, tathève simonyan

[text ID: “I could’ve lived like this”, echoed in my head. / As I looked around, my eyes unthinkingly clung to places where I could’ve hidden my selves: the ones that didn’t come to being and the one that I was. In the cupboards of this kitchen I could’ve buried all the women I could’ve grown into. While doing so, I would’ve put on the apron of the one who inhabited the kitchen. The cups and the glasses would’ve made place for me. I could’ve easily found a home in between the kitchen table and refrigerator. As the fragrance of rosemary and thyme found their way to me, a picture found its way to the back of my eyes: a hushed scene, full of contentment, a shot of me standing in the center of this kitchen, feet thick brown trucks giving birth to dozens of snakelike radixes, covered in colorful moss, devoid of flowers but who needs flowers when all they do is wilt anyway? I would’ve thought so, had I been the me of that frame. / I could’ve been content here, not happy, but content. The cutlery and the plates would’ve made place for me. The dull roar of the washing machine would’ve hidden my cries, with the same diligence it sheltered my mother’s. The “what ifs” of this particular scenario smelled of cinnamon and vanilla. / I could’ve been content here. I thought as I placed the coffee cup on the countertop next to the gas stove: the surface always wet for it filled the space between the sink and the stove, in between water and fire.  / I could’ve been content here. I repeated as I unscrewed the lid of the coffee jar and took out a spoonful of the umber powder. / While turning on the gas and putting the cezve on its designated place, I cursed the mind that yearned for more, yearned to be more than what it was supposed to be. I cursed the eyes that only saw what was not in front of them, hands that wished to touch what wasn’t theirs to touch and the tongue that longed to taste what wasn’t hers to taste. I cursed myself because I understood that I could’ve been content here, and as the umber froth fought its way to the surface, my tears caved in to the gravitational force.]

“Yes, darling honey, I am a misery without you. So don’t, I beg, be foolish walking over mountains. If you break a leg, I break my heart, remember.”

— Virginia Woolf in a letter to Vita Sackville-West, 28 February 1927

—On Love, Marina Tsvetaeva

[text ID: I just want a humble, murderously simple thing: that a person be glad when I walk into the room.]

Marguerite Duras, from The Lover

Text ID: I feel a sadness I expected and which comes only from myself. I say I’ve always been sad. That I can see the same sadness in photos of myself when I was small. That today, recognizing it as the sadness I’ve always had, I could almost call it by my own name, it’s so like me.

Two Figures on a Bed, Pepijn Simon, 2020

Artists who know how to draw armors or very detailed clothing are powerful

“Hair all tangled this morning - Shall I smooth it With spring rain Dripping form the jet-black Wings of swallows?”

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Yosano Akiko, “Tangled Hair: Selected Tanka from Midaregami”

Painting by Sasha Hartslief (b. 1974 Gauteng, South Africa)

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"I woke up. The moon is full, so I send my wishes to the universe", 2021

Sung Hwa Kim

kenzo fw18

👁️Eye Contact👁️

Teint de Nacre et Corps D’Ivoire, Yves Saint Laurent Beaute by Guy Bourdin

—Percy Bysshe Shelley, taken from Upstream by Mary Oliver

from Grotesque by Natsuo Kirino

daniel hechter fw99

Mr. E Gallery ‘Sisterhood Of The Moon And Stars’ v1 (van Dongen) (03-22)

Diamond, nephrite, and rock crystal lily of the valley brooch (at 1stdibs)

“There is a solitude in seeing you, Followed by your company when you are gone. You are like heaven’s veins of lightning. I cannot see til afterward How beautiful you are. There is a blindness in seeing you, Followed by the sight of you when you are gone.”

— Witter Bynner, “Lightning,” The Beloved Stranger: Two Books of Song and the Divertisement for the Unknown Lover (Alfred A. Knopf, 1919)

RUSSIAN DOLL 2.07

ANNIE MURPHY as Ruth Brenner in RUSSIAN DOLL - 2.02 “Coney Island Baby”

2.3 Brain Drain, Russian Doll (2022) // Gustav Klimt, Mother and Child (detail from The Three Ages of Woman, 1905)

have been fundamentally changed as a person (<- read a good book)

Zeewolde, the Netherlands

Josh Brown - Nine Birds on Blue Night, 2022

“They said that it takes one to know one. The reason I can point out a person’s evil nature is because I have that same evil nature within me.”

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Dazai Osamu, “A New Hamlet”

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