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dreamofmourning:

You understand, my inflammatory letters, my inflammatory appeals, my inflammatory stance, this entire fire I have put on paper with my burned hand—

Ingeborg Bachmann, Malina tr. Philip Boehm

But it occurs to me that I was noted for my endurance of pain. For my ability to hold my hand over the flame longer than anyone else, without grimacing, without crying.

Christa Wolf, Cassandra tr. Jan van Heurck

I can’t just speak and say nothing. That’s how we lose ourselves, the poem and I, in the hopeless attempt to write the things that burn.

Alejandra Pizarnik, “Cornerstone” tr. Yvette Siegert

kidovna:

grabbing lunch from earth-50101 before saving the multiverse🍟

weepingwidar:

Sung Hwa Kim (Korean, 1985) - I woke up. The moon is full, so I send my wishes to the universe. (2021)

greenlightpaperbacks:

“Maybe we’re just born to love and worry about the people we know, and to go on loving and worrying even when there are more important things we should be doing. And if that means the human species is going to die out, isn’t it in a way a nice reason to die out, the nicest reason you can imagine? Because when we should have been reorganising the distribution of the world’s resources and transitioning collectively to a sustainable economic model, we were worrying about sex and friendship instead. Because we loved each other too much and found each other too interesting. And I love that about humanity, and in fact it’s the very reason I root for us to survive - because we are so stupid about each other.”

- Sally Rooney, Beautiful World, Where Are You

dysphoresque:

i just love moments in books where a character forgets who they are and someone goes ahead and tell them little details about themselves in a straightforward manner, because they know the person in such a way that the words will flow as natural as breathing.

“You’re a painter. You’re a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces.”

― Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

“You’re a swimmer. You’re a baker. You’re a cook. You’re a reader. You have a beautiful voice, though you never sing anymore. You’re an excellent pianist. You’re an art collector. You write me lovely messages when I’m away. You’re patient. You’re generous. You’re the best listener I know. You’re the smartest person I know, in every way. You’re the bravest person I know, in every way… You were treated horribly. You came out on the other end. You were always you.”

― Yanagihara, A Little Life

yoursoethereal-deactivated20230:

— Hanya Yanagihara, from A Little Life

solavey:

multitudes,

pastels

daisydduval:

CUTE 🖤