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someone please help me find that quote about how someone was overwhelmed with the weight of the world and their problems when they were physically alone, but that weight felt like nothing in the presence of a friend and good conversation
is it this one?
Anne Carson, from The Glass Essay
*bleeding out from my horrific injuries as you carry me in your arms* make sure you lift with your knees and not your back
theres something inherently holy about kitchens
i legit havent felt this close to god's love in weeks
hate how so much of adult friendship relies on updates, experiencing your life through pictures and tidbits. we had it good with childhood friends, could spend years and years basking in the same circumstance. now i just float through clouds of strangers, hungry for something solid and warm. yes i carry your heart within mine, yes i see the world through your eyes. but in that very moment i still feel alone, still know it's poor substitute for same room, twin smiles.
Magali Cazo, Entre chien et loup
Euripides (Tr. Anne Carson) / @wholeheartedsuggestions / Jenny Slate / Euripides again
Today is my twenty seventh birthday; I am exactly the age my mother was was she gave birth to me. This feels poignant but I am unable to fit the throbbing emotion I feel into words. I do not like birthdays, but we have celebrated countless days together, her sacrificing a number for me to entertain as my own as a child (and me once, on my thirteenth year, postponing a morning of opening cards and gifts for her). It feels a special occasion, sharing a birthday with a parent, but each year I dread it more fearing this may be the last one. We will eventually run out of time. I long to have my own dedications, constantly claiming that I will move my celebration date to a month where it can only be about me, yet I cling to the novelty of the shared occasion. We are at polar stages of life. It feels as though the past 27 years have been a journey to this point, and now we are at different junctions.
close-ups of butterfly and moth wing scales
Anne Carson (2009)
Arthur S. Way (1898)
George Theodoridis (2010)
Ian C. Johnston (2010)
E.P. Coleridge (1910)
Theodore Alois Buckley (1892)
John Peck, Frank Nisetich (1995)
R. Potter (1906)
M. L. West (1987)
William Arrowsmith (1958)
Philip Vellacott (1972)
Michael Wodhull (1782)
Kenneth McLeish (1997)
David Kovacs (2002)
Andrew Wilson (1993)
Euripides - Original (408 BCE)
When a physicist falls in love :)
Richard Feynman's love letter to his deceased wife, 1946.
sometimes I wonder how we all survive and then I look at my best friends and I go โoh, I survive because I donโt want to leave you yetโ and it makes sense. life is so hard a lot of the time, but I want one more bowl of pasta with you.
BARBENHEIMER - July 21, 2023
The most ambitious crossover event in history
Georg Scholz (German, 1890-1945)
The Sisters, 1928
horny for basic physical contact I beg
