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is this a life? i don’t know. i make another cup of coffee. stare at a tree from my balcony. write in my journal. take a hot shower. i call my sister and say nothing of value. she listens anyway. i make another coffee. read a book that gives me bad dreams. pick up my pen to write and put it back down. another flip of the calendar i carry in the center of my chest. i am learning to let my heart open up again

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Home | Fawn DeViney

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summer dinners in the yard

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sleeping in my sisters’ beds makes me want to embrace girlhood all over again

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Marguerite Duras, from The Easy Life

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naxos. jun, 24.

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“Being silent for a while is good. Words can’t really express a person’s emotions. They’re too inert.”

Andrei Tarkovsky |  The Mirror (1975) 

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Perfect Days (2023) by Wim Wenders

Book title: 木 (Tree in English) by Aya Kōda

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Mary Oliver, I Have Just Said Molly Malone Cook and Mary Oliver, from Our World

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Rendez-vous à Bray, 1971

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Snapshots of Virginia Woolf taken by Lady Ottoline Morrell at her home, Garsington, c. 1917.

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Sarah Perry, The Essence of Peopling

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reading philosophy as an adult is cool but nothing will beat reading it as a teenager and trying to relate complex ideas on existence to your everyday high school drama. did i actually grasp kierkegaard when i was seventeen? probably not, but the way he described existential dread and a search for meaning matched the intensity of heartbreak i felt about a nerdy guy in my class not liking me back. sure you likely misapplied most of the ideas but you can still remember how important it all felt in the middle of your teenage angst and i think we sometimes abandon that part of us too much when we grow up.

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it was never the wrong way, just the long way.

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Carlton Alfred Smith - Recalling the Past (1888)