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sweaterweather4 · 1 year
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the way somebody comes back but only in a dream
1.)Hannah Lock, Not Quite Here / 2.)Wendell Berry, “A Meeting” / 3.)Euripides, Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides, tr. Anne Carson / 4.)Leila Chatti, “I Dreamed I Forgot” / 5.)Anna Akhmatova, Poem Without A Hero and Selected Poems, tr. Lenore Mayhew & William Mcnaughton / 6.)John Berger, A Seventh Man / 7.)Euripides, Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides, tr. Anne Carson / 8.)Xie Lei, Blow / 9.)Frank Bidart, “Light” / 10.)Li Qingzhao, “Tune: Pertridge Sky,” tr. Jiaosheng Wang / 11.)The Dog Island. Ubisoft, 2007 / 12.)Elisa Gonzalez, “After My Brother’s Death, I Reflect on the Iliad” / 13.)Ōtomo No Yakamochi, Written on the Sky; Poems from the Japanese, tr. Kenneth Rexroth / 14.)@/solavey, indigo / 15.)Louise Glück, 12.6.71
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sweaterweather4 · 2 years
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dark-skinned south asian women in art <3
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sweaterweather4 · 2 years
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AHHHHH
I'm in love with involuntary validation of a relationship. My best friend saying "our spot", my brother saying "our cookie recipe" or my mum saying "our song". Like YES I LOVE YOU TOO. I'm so soft for it.
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sweaterweather4 · 2 years
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fathers casually dropping the craziest lore of their lives in the middle of a conversation
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sweaterweather4 · 2 years
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Past friends, a collection
Old Friend, Mitski
Portraits à Grindelwald, Ernest Bieler
Cocaine Jesus, Rainbow Kitten Surprise
Spirit Hold, Holly Warburton
seven, Taylor Swift
@boyfig
“Stuntin’ Like My Daddy“, Euphoria
Making Amends, Holly Warburton
One Last Poem For Richard, Sandra Cisneros 
Way Back When, Kodaline
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sweaterweather4 · 2 years
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sweaterweather4 · 2 years
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Dean would definitely put "Matilda", from Harry Styles' new album, on repeat and cry alone in the corner of his room.
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sweaterweather4 · 2 years
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this perfectly describes the relationship btw louis and us
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missing: him
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sweaterweather4 · 2 years
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I Know The End by Phoebe Bridgers
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sweaterweather4 · 2 years
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I hate the fact that PCOS is only talked about in terms of weight gain and acne and shit. I get it, y'all hate fat, hairy, bumpy folks but those are literally the least of my issue with my condition. There are days I can barely walk from the joint inflammation. The pelvic cramps are debilitating. Depression and anxiety wreak havoc on my life but my doctor's only worry about making sure I lose weight and shave my beard.
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sweaterweather4 · 2 years
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When it's 10:30 at night and you realize the symbolism behind the last page of A Little Life and the first section of the book (Lispenard Street) and how it relates to the characters.
Late night thoughts but I just realized the symbolism behind Jude telling Harold the story of the rooftop scene at the end of the book. Both parts (respectively named Lispenard Street) end on that said street, they end with Jude being in the proximity of the apartment he and Willem had lived in when still being new to NYC.
Because of this, the book starts and ends in the same place. It starts where it ends, if you'd like to call it that. Not only is Jude telling Harold the story of how stupid (but stupidly smart, albeit) they had been to lock themselves up on the roof, implying their youth, and the symbolism behind Willem always being there to catch Jude when he's slipping away from them, always grounding him and making sure he stays safe, that he's always got him, but Jude is also telling the story of how everything began. How everything started. The calm before the storm, if you'd like to call it that. And not only does it bring you back to that scene but it brings back the emotions as well (for me, I had found the scene as emotional, intense, but maybe a little funny situation at hand) and makes you reflect on EVERYTHING that's happened in the book. It makes you think back to the times where the four lived so simply, with little to worry about, back when they really were living their "little lives."
After Lispenard Street part 1, it never was the same again. He's telling the story, the beginning of all the events that were about to unfold, but in a time where none of that existed; where everything had been perfectly okay, where nothing could ever go as wrong as they had.
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sweaterweather4 · 2 years
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me every month:
the self-destructive urge to re-read a little life because i miss jude and don't know how to move on
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sweaterweather4 · 2 years
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mostly my career goals are to hang out with friends and do whatever is funniest in the moment. hope that helps
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sweaterweather4 · 2 years
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I keep remembering- I keep remembering.
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My heart has no pity on me.
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sweaterweather4 · 2 years
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do u want to make me cry
today a coworker was trying to understand “which one was louis” and another coworker said “the one with the kind face” 🥺
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Vincent & Theo Van Gogh 
Hannah Gadsby in Nanette (2018) // At Eternity’s Gate dir. Julian Schnabel (2018) // Loving Vincent dir. Dorota Kobiela & Hugh Welchman (2017) // Vincent Van Gogh in a letter to Theo Van Gogh (1880) // Almond Blossoms by Vincent Van Gogh (1890); painted as a gift for the birth of his brother Theo’s son named after him
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sweaterweather4 · 2 years
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There'll be a moment when you realise you're 27 when yesterday you were just 17; and you wouldn't be able to tell how a decade passed away and your life got divided into before and afters. The fury of youth will subdue and nothing will really change but everything will feel different when you look at old photographs and blurry videos taken on cheap mobile phones. Scents will remind you of childhood and certain friends you don't talk to anymore, hangouts will become reunions and mom's burnt pie will become the best food you ever had. And I know on some days you won't be able to show anything of those 10 years but I hope you remember to breathe, and let go of the knot in your chest. I hope you go out in the sun and live a little, because tomorrow is 37.
Edit- I added the visualizer for this piece on my YT, check it out here
-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned
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