“Whatever It Was I Lost, Whatever I Wept For Was A Wild, Gentle Thing, The Small Dark Eyes Loving Me

My flesh, my home 🦪 🫧

Jenny Slate, On Love, Loneliness, & Giant Dogs

“I am endlessly afraid of people. I am continually awed by them. When people bow to me only out of formality, I think to myself that it is a bow from the heart, and immediately become ecstatic, even with a touch of madness. I feel like I have to pay them back for their expectations, so I act like a hero even though I don’t truly feel anything, and I can’t get things back to normal, and the end result is that everyone thinks me a fool for it.”

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Dazai Osamu, “A New Hamlet”

Josh Brown - Nine Birds on Blue Night, 2022

from Grotesque by Natsuo Kirino

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— Letters to Véra, Vladimir Nabokov

[text ID: Listen, my happiness—you won’t say again that I’m torturing you? How I’d like to take you off somewhere with me—you know how those highwaymen of old did: a wide-brimmed hat, a black mask, and a bell-shaped musket. I love you, I want you, I need you unbearably . . . Your eyes—which shine so wonder-struck when, with your head thrown back, you tell something funny—your eyes, your voice, lips, your shoulders—so light, sunny . . .]

Laodamia, George William Joy 

-Nicole Krauss, The History of Love

Petals, photographed for Royal Italia, 1969