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objetpetita · 11 months
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I can still see the sickly yellow of your bathroom I'd go there to be alone—I think the architect knew that it was a perfect place for storing my feelings because yellow looks like the absence of you
Rike Rettschlag, Yellow
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objetpetita · 1 year
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He could break free. But the terror of free will was vertiginous. Hence, he would invoke the rules which were there before him, to shake off his shoulders the unbearable weight of the choice, so that later on he could forgive himself for what he had done to his own life. So he did the sole thing he could bear doing. He returned home [...]
Stefania Mela, Stalemate
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objetpetita · 2 years
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Emil Cioran, The Trouble With Being Born
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objetpetita · 2 years
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Gestures that speak love:
- Sponge bath the spots in your back you can’t reach.
- Hand you a fresh piece of hand-cut fruit.
- Warm your towel on the heater for after your shower.
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objetpetita · 2 years
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Terçeira island, Açores
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objetpetita · 2 years
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My lil’ poems got published today and, although after re-reading them I find them amateur and sloppy, I feel it’s an important victory.
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objetpetita · 2 years
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Alejandra Pizarnik, tr. by Yvette Siegert, from “The Possessed Among The Lilacs”, Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962 - 1972
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objetpetita · 2 years
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objetpetita · 2 years
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“I believe […] that the one who is most alone is the strongest one.”
— Renzo Novatore
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objetpetita · 2 years
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objetpetita · 2 years
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Civilization is a sham. Abolish man-made societies. Let trees and animals take over.
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objetpetita · 3 years
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How I’ve missed a long, tight, meaningful hug.
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objetpetita · 3 years
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“She is alone. The salty sea is not alone because it’s salty and vast, and this is an achievement. Right then she knows herself even less than she knows the sea. Her courage comes from not knowing herself, but going ahead nevertheless. Not knowing yourself is inevitable, and not knowing yourself demands courage.”
— Clarice Lispector, from “The Waters of the World”, Complete Stories (trans. Katarina Dodson)
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objetpetita · 3 years
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Sound on.
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objetpetita · 3 years
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Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980
Text ID: Feeling of discontinuity as a person. My various selves—woman, mother, teacher, lover, etc.—how do they all come together? And anxiety at moments of transition from one "role" to another. Will I make it fifteen minutes from now? Be able to step into, inhabit the person I'm supposed to be? This is felt as an infinitely hazardous leap, no matter how often it's successfully executed.
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objetpetita · 3 years
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It is not that I wanted to be happy, no. I wanted . . . to save myself, that’s all: to save myself.
—Alessandro Baricco, Ocean Sea
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Ithaca, Greece
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