from Loneliness: coping with the gap where friends used to be by Olivia Laing for The Guardian
[Text ID: Last night, I ate dinner with my friend Jenny. In real life, on a warm London evening, forking up aubergine from the same plate. We laughed, shared family news, told each other the things we’d been worrying over. At home, alone in my study, they’d felt insurmountable, a sign that something was irredeemably wrong with me. Under the gentle scrutiny of my friend, they diminished to a normal size: just the grit of everyday traffic with other humans. I walked home feeling buoyant, nearly invincible. I need my friends. I bet you need yours.]
Evelyn Waugh, from Brideshead Revisited (1945)
I have so much love in me that I would like to cry.
Simone de Beauvoir, Kayleb Rae Candrilli, Sylvia Plath, Clarice Lispector
buy me a coffee
Mary Sarton, Journal of a Solitude
Jenny Slate, On Love, Loneliness, & Giant Dogs
2.3 Brain Drain, Russian Doll (2022) // Gustav Klimt, Mother and Child (detail from The Three Ages of Woman, 1905)
When Oscar Wilde said Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation, and Jorge Luis Borges said I am not sure that I exist, actually. I am all the writers that I have read, all the people that I have met, all the women that I have loved; all the cities I have visited.
David Hamilton - Nina Ricci “Farouche” Perfume Ad (Cosmopolitan 1976)
musings on kisses
― Simone de Beauvoir (Letters to Sartre), Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec [Le Lit (The Bed), Au lit: le baiser (In Bed: The Kiss)], Indran Amirthanayagam (Kiss), Auguste Rodin, Gustav Klimt (The Kiss), Sara Teasdale (The Kiss)
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