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aureatelier · 8 days ago
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Ocean Vuong, The Emperor of Gladness
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aureatelier · 9 days ago
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The longer I live, the more deeply I learn that love — whether we call it friendship or family or romance — is the work of mirroring and magnifying each other’s light. Gentle work. Steadfast work. Life-saving work in those moments when life and shame and sorrow occlude our own light from our view, but there is still a clear-eyed loving person to beam it back. In our best moments, we are that person for another.
-James Baldwin
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aureatelier · 2 months ago
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cant stop thinking about this this was sooo crazyyyyy
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aureatelier · 2 months ago
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https://www.instagram.com/subwayhands/
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aureatelier · 2 months ago
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painting this on the ceiling above my bed so it's the first thing i see upon waking in the morning and the last thing i see before falling asleep at night
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aureatelier · 3 months ago
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Valeria Luiselli, Tell Me How It Ends: An Essay in Forty Questions
[ID: There are things that can only be understood retrospectively, when many years have passed and the story has ended. In the meantime, while the story continues, the only thing to do is tell it over and over again as it develops, bifurcates, knots around itself. And it must be told, because before anything can be understood, it has to be narrated many times, in many different words and from many different angles, by many different minds.]
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aureatelier · 4 months ago
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exerpt from “John Chapman” in American Primitive by Mary Oliver
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aureatelier · 4 months ago
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tragic overliving as being unable to escape the story you’re in, from emily wilson’s mocked with death
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aureatelier · 4 months ago
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you are not as damned as you think you are
submit me webweaving posts :)
@chloeinletters @pratikdherange
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aureatelier · 4 months ago
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@ryebreadgf / The Truth About Grief, Fortesa Latifi / bone deep, m.v.e / Sidewalk, Richard Silken / unknown / 60 hours, m.v.e / @itsblackleader / Salt, Nayyirah Waheed / @heavensghost
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aureatelier · 5 months ago
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"The Brothers Karamazov", Fyodor Dostoevsky (translated by Constance Garnett)
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aureatelier · 5 months ago
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A Grief Observed, C.S. Lewis
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aureatelier · 5 months ago
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"Absolutely no one comes to save us but us."
Ismatu Gwendolyn, "you've been traumatized into hating reading (and it makes you easier to oppress)", from Threadings, on Substack [ID'd]
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aureatelier · 5 months ago
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The wolf moon.
(January 13, 2025)
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aureatelier · 5 months ago
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Today the sky looked like straight from a van gogh painting
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aureatelier · 5 months ago
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by cocorrina.co
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aureatelier · 5 months ago
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“Brother, I’m not depressed and haven’t lost spirit. Life everywhere is life, life is in ourselves and not in the external. There will be people near me, and to be a human being among human beings, and remain one forever, no matter what misfortunes befall, not to become depressed, and not to falter—this is what life is, herein lies its task. I have come to recognize this. This idea has entered into my flesh and blood.”
— Fyodor Dostoevsky, in a letter to his brother detailing his experience of nearly getting executed
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