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You’re seeking something, but at the same time, you are running away for all you’re worth.
Haruki Murakami
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“She grew into a forest, she could not be found.”
Cynthia Dewi Oka, from “Siege: In Response to the Man Who Asked Me, “Where Is the Courage in Your Poetry?”
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Blossoms at night, and the faces of people moved by music.
Blossoms at Night, Kobayashi Issa ("The Spring of My Life: And Selected Haiku by Kobayashi Issa")
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Neon Night Ikebana, Tokyo, 1961. William Klein. Gelatin silver print on baryta paper.
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And then the day faded. We were dreaming, waiting for night. Standing at the front door at twilight, watching the shadows lengthen.
Louise Glück, from "Midsummer" in Poems 1962-2012
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When the moon peeped out briefly from behind the clouds.
Photo by Angelica Ramirez
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she sought other lands, strange faces, forgetfulness, the unfamiliar, the fantasy and the fairy tale.
Anaïs Nin
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I’m awake; I am in the world — I expect no further assurance.
from "Stars" by Louise Glück
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Clarice Lispector, from An Apprenticeship or, The Book of Delights written in 1969
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I cannot assume you will understand me. It is just as likely that as I invent what I want to say, you will invent what you want to hear. Some story we must have. Stray words on crumpled paper. A weak signal into the outer space of each other.
Jeanette Winterson, from Gut Symmetries
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things on my wall.
#the frames#glen hansard#soak#irish music#photography#the twilight zone#jenna elfman#joni mitchell#norman seeff#the quiet girl#irish film#vintage poster#vintage postcards#wall decoration#interiors
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whatever was left, that was ours for a while.
sunrise - louise glück
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Letters from the Stations of Childhood, Vardges Petrosyan (translated by metamorphesque)
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