mapforlostlovers
mapforlostlovers
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mapforlostlovers · 4 years ago
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When Henry Miller wrote ‘That is why we get a heartache when we read those lines written by the hand of a master and recognize them as our own’ and when Ocean Vuong wrote ‘Is that what art is? To be touched thinking what we feel is ours when, in the end, it was someone else, in longing, who finds us?’ I stopped breathing for a second, man.
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mapforlostlovers · 4 years ago
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NEMA-YE NAZDIK (Close-Up) 1990, dir. Abbas Kiarostami.
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mapforlostlovers · 4 years ago
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GUYS I JUST SAW THIS ON TWITTER AND I AM DYING
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mapforlostlovers · 4 years ago
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my bad for assuming everyone has critical thinking skills btw
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mapforlostlovers · 4 years ago
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"I’m a very romantic person. I don’t mean romantic in a flowers and chocolate kind of way. It’s more like if it’s raining, I’ll go up to the window and press my nose against the glass and sigh at how beautiful it all looks."
- Amy Winehouse
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mapforlostlovers · 4 years ago
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Among the innumerable other losses, to come to a foreign country was to lose a season, because, in the part of his country that he's from, there are five seasons in a year, not four, the schoolchildren learning their names and sequence through classroom chants: Mausam-e-Sarma, Bahar, Mausam-e-Garma, Barsat, Khizan. Winter, Spring, Summer, Monsoon, Autumn. The snow falls and, yes, the hand stretched into the flake's path is a hand asking back a season now lost.
–Nadeem Aslam, Maps for lost lovers
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mapforlostlovers · 4 years ago
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In Vietnamese, the word for missing someone and remembering them is the same: nhớ. Sometimes, when you ask me over the phone, Có nhớ mẹ không? I flinch, thinking you meant, Do you remember me?
I miss you more than I remember you.
—Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous.
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mapforlostlovers · 4 years ago
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—Open Water, Caleb Azumah Nelson
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mapforlostlovers · 4 years ago
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you know you're fucked when you start seeing them wrapped around yourself all the time in your mind.
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mapforlostlovers · 4 years ago
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I'm scolding this book at this point.
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mapforlostlovers · 4 years ago
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mapforlostlovers · 4 years ago
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Currently thinking about when Jane Austen said “If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more” and when Fatima Farheen Mirza said “And it occurs to him that it is the one who loves less who has the privilege of being able to express their feelings easily and at all” and I will continue to.
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mapforlostlovers · 4 years ago
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I have decided to post stuff here that do not make it to IG. Do what you will with things I'll be uploading in the name of visual art. :')
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mapforlostlovers · 4 years ago
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When Jhumpa Lahiri wrote “Isolation offered its own form of companionship: the reliable silence of rooms, the steadfast tranquility of evenings” and when Ocean Vuong wrote ‘‘& remember, loneliness is still time spent with the world’’ I...I felt that.
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