the year of magical thinking - joan didion // the five stages of grief - linda pastan // untitled (ft. ada limòn’s bright dead things) - @heavensghost // boot theory (crush) - richard siken // fleabag (2016-2019) - created by phoebe waller-bridge // the glass essay (glass, irony and god) - anne carson // lost without you pt. 14 - @qoa // the sea - john banville // what mo(u)rning feels like - houston cofield // the truth about grief - fortesa latifi
I took this picture at my old house at least 8 years ago when we were about to leave to the store and someone had backed up a couple times and made these perfect two hearts and my mom stopped the car before driving over them so I could take a picture and I dont know how you could ever do that again if you tried but this is one of the most important photos to me I have ever taken
“I loved you before I was born. It doesn’t make sense, I know. I saw your eyes before I had eyes to see. And I’ve lived longing for your every look ever since. That longing entered time as this body. And the longing grew as this body waxed. And the longing grows as this body wanes. That longing will outlive this body. I loved you before I was born. It makes no sense, I know. Long before eternity, I caught a glimpse of your neck and shoulders, your ankles and toes. And I’ve been lonely for you from that instant. That loneliness appeared on earth as this body. And my share of time has been nothing but your name outrunning my ever saying it clearly. Your face fleeing my ever kissing it firmly once on the mouth. In longing, I am most myself, rapt, my lamp mortal, my light hidden and singing. I give you my blank heart. Please write on it what you wish.”
— Li-Young Lee, from The Undressing: Poems; “I loved you before I was born” (via feral-ballad)
1) Book of Delights: Essays by Ross Gay (2019) // 3) Paul Eluard, “Gabriel Péri”, Selected Poems (trans. Gilbert Bowen) // 4) This Post <3 // 5) “Small Kindness”, a poem by Danusha Laméris // 7) “Every day as a wild field, every page” a poem by Naomi Shihab Nye // 8) “Somewhere there is ...” a poem by Anna Akhmatova
for those wondering (such as @plushmudkip) i saw halloween kills! it was decent but definitely not as good as halloween (2018) which i believe is a near perfect film. there was almost no one in the theatre which was nice though and i was happy to have seen it at the cinema
going to see a movie at the cinema today for the first time in two years!