augur-y:

“But I am going to the United States,” I said, quickly. And he looked at me. “I mean, I’m certainly going to go back there one of these days.”

“One of these days,” he said. “Everything bad will happen—one of these days.”

“Why is it bad?”

He smiled, “Why, you will go home and then you will find that home is not home anymore. Then you will really be in trouble. As long as you stay here, you can always think: One day I will go home.” He played with my thumb and grinned. “N’est-ce pas?”

“Beautiful logic,” I said. “You mean I have a home to go to as long as I don’t go there?”

He laughed. “Well, isn’t it true? You don’t have a home until you leave it and then, when you have left it, you can never go back.”

—James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room

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honeybrees:

- A Beautiful Creature, Karleen Pendleton Jiménez

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nora-durst:

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firstfullmoon:

How much would you pay to be touched
in the right way? Who would you think of
with your hands on some bed like an animal
and haven’t we all been here,
walking through the world
waiting for someone to free us
or tie us to ourselves.
People are dying, yes
despite all our knowledge.
Regardless of touch, what we own,
everything we continue to steal.
Everyone and their miniature triumphs.
No, they can’t convince me love isn’t
our best invention. And why
I went into the ice to swallow more
than my body had room for.
Even afraid I opened my mouth
and I swallowed. I took it all down.
I was made by the cold.

— Alex Dimitrov, from “February,” in Love and Other Poems

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mitskey:

mary oliver, ‘august’/ vincent van gogh, 'at eternity’s gate’

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llleighsmith:

Today is a day like any other: twenty-four hours, a little sunshine, a little rain. Listen, says ambition, nervously shifting her weight from one boot to another―why don’t you get going? For there I am, in the mossy shadows, under the trees. And to tell the truth I don’t want to let go of the wrists of idleness, I don’t want to sell my life for money, I don’t even want to come in out of the rain.

– Mary Oliver, from “Black Oaks”

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marscottage:

Sylvia Plath // Holly Warburton // Working for the Knife, Mitski // Are You Satisfied?, MARINA // House of Hummingbird, directed by Kim Bora (2018) // Lady Bird, directed by Greta Gerwig (2017) // Tender Offerings, First Aid Kit // Play it Again, Sam directed by Woody Allen (1972) // Ruins, First Aid Kit // Ikiru, directed by Akira Kurosawa (1952) // Nightlife no. 1, Sangram Majumdar // Sorry to Myself, Alanis Morissette // Sabrina, directed by Billy Wilder (1954) // The Book of Disquiet, Fernando Pessoa (1982) // Rashomon, directed by Akira Kurosawa (1950) // It’s Not, Aimee Mann // Les Animaux de Distance, Paz Boira

The complexity of being free, but forever imprisoned by the idea of not knowing what you could or should be

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