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“I realised my memories would fade into nothing and a small part of my heart has been grieving since”
unknown // iikoah // ‘the terrorisers’, dir. edward yang, 1986 // ‘homesickness’, rino kitano, 2017 // ‘tropic of cancer - stop suffering’ ep, camella lobo // justine kurland // thomas doyle // ‘shoplifters’, dir hirokazu koreeda, 2018 // kyutae lee
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seventeen for vivi magazine japan, feb 2023 – wonwoo & mingyu
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Adélia Prado - Denouement, tr. by Ellen Doré Watson
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- A Psalm for the Wild-Built, Becky Chambers // kagonekoshiro
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Vincent van Gogh, Ever Yours: The Essential Letters
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Baby you are like a teacher and I am like a math book… you solve all my problems
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« Tenderness is the art of personifying, of sharing feelings, and thus endlessly discovering similarities. Creating stories means constantly bringing things to life, giving an existence to all the tiny pieces of the world that are represented by human experiences […]. Tenderness personalizes everything to which it relates, making it possible to give it a voice, to give it the space and the time to come into existence, and to be expressed. It is thanks to tenderness that the teapot starts to talk.
Tenderness is the most modest form of love. […] It appears wherever we take a close and careful look at another being, at something that is not our “self”. Tenderness is spontaneous and disinterested; it goes far beyond empathetic fellow feeling. Instead it is the conscious, though perhaps slightly melancholy, common sharing of fate. Tenderness is deep emotional concern about another being, its fragility, its unique nature, and its lack of immunity to suffering and the effects of time. Tenderness perceives the bonds that connect us, the similarities and sameness between us. It is a way of looking that shows the world as being alive, living, interconnected, cooperating with, and codependent on itself.
Literature is built on tenderness […]. »
— Olga Tokarczuk in her Nobel speech, December 2019
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