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No one cares until you're rich, pretty or Dead.
When Carmen Rodrigues said, "and in the silence I suddenly understood the many ways a person can die but still be alive," and when Fyodor Dostoevsky said, "I'm a master of speaking silently, all my life I've spoken silently and I've lived through entire tragedies in silence," and when Anonymous said, "silence is the most powerful scream."
I've felt that.
September 17, 2024
I have just finished reading "No Longer Human" by Osamu Dazai.
Outside, the autumn sun is shining warmly, and a cool breeze is blowing. With the "ber" months in queue..I’m excited for this beautiful season to unfold and the stacks of the books 📚.
take a break while watching this little bunny cross your dash
No one will ever fully be able to understand the internal battles you had to endure just to heal, just to grow, just to make it here today. Be proud of the way you fought to save yourself. Be proud of the way you survived.
Bianca Sparacino
I am afraid of getting older. I am afraid of getting married. Spare me from cooking three meals a day--spare me from the relentless cage of routine and rote. I want to be free. I want, I think, to be omniscient.
Sylvia Plath, Letters Home
3 August , 2024
"For every life I can’t save during my shift, one more drop of blood becomes a part of me. No matter how many times I wash my hands, our martyrs’ blood seeps beneath my skin, into my cells. By now it’s probably encoded in my DNA."
Zoulfa Katouh,
As Long as the Lemon Trees Grow
What an exhausting day it was. A brief afternoon drizzle washed away the dark canopy, but the sunset poured into my room, casting a warm glow that revived my spirits.
September 2, 2024
At the day's quiet end, When the sky blushes with gold, She gathers the sunset in her hands, Holding its warmth like a secret, A light that fades but never truly leaves, Lingering in the twilight of memory.
Mary Oliver, from “A Visitor”, Dream Work
Here's to whatever's next
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louise glück, the white series // claude monet, houses in the snow // fyodor dostoyevsky, the gentle spirit // jane o. wayne, with solitude //reddit user artsykate, winter nocturne with lonely road // joseph brodsky, to m.b. // fyodor dostoevsky, poor folk // caspar david friedrich, winter landscape // audre lorde, the cancer journals // mahmoud darwish, memory for forgetfulness
September 8 , 2024
My mother's gifts of courage to me were both large and small. The latter are woven so subtly into the fabric of my psyche that I can hardly distinguish where she stops and I begin.
Maya Angelou, Mom & Me & Mom
“I can live alone, if self-respect, and circumstances require me so to do. I need not sell my soul to buy bliss.”
Journals of Sylvia Plath
Coffee aesthetic
“Men can starve from a lack of self-realization as much as they can from a lack of bread.”
— Native Son, Richard Wright (b. 4 September 1908)
“Whenever my environment had failed to support or nourish me, I had clutched at books.”
— Black Boy, Richard Wright (b. 4 September 1908)
September 7, 2024 I’ve been thinking that you are my country. Is that a strange thing to say? Without you, I don’t have a home 🏡 in this world; I am a felled tree, 🪵my roots severed all round; you can topple me with the touch of a finger.
Elif Shafak, The Island of Missing Trees
September 6, 2024
"Everything that was broken has forgotten its brokenness. I live now in a sky-house, through every window the sun. Also your presence. Our touching, our stories. Earthy and holy both. How can this be, but it is. Every day has something in it whose name is Forever."
— Mary Oliver