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You only have to forgive once. To resent, you have to do it all day, every day.
The Light Between Oceans (via admireforever)
It wasn’t because of the pain that I was silent, it was because of the ugliness of that pain.
Marina Tsvetaeva, from a letter to Rainer Maria Rilke c. June 1926
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The Light Between Oceans (2016) dir. Derek Cianfrance
“I hope you can forgive me for keeping you. And for letting you go.”
Yes, even when I don’t believe— there is a place in me inaccessible to unbelief, a patch of wild grace, a stubborn preserve, impenetrable, pain untouched by the sleeping body, music that builds its nest in silence.
Anna Kamienska, from “Lack of Faith” featured in Astonishments: Selected Poems of Anna Kamienska.
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For the New Yorker yesterday - illustrating Jia Tolentino’s article on books about “dizzy, quiet, fucked-up, sideways versions of” love. A treat. Article here.
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“The description of genius with feminine images did not serve to bridge the gulf between male and female artists, partly because of the different ways that their creativity was conceived. Actual childbirth was regarded as an outgrowth of women’s “natural” biological role; their own particular emotions and sensitivities were similarly regarded as manifestations of what nature bestowed upon them. Their artistic expression was thereby categorized less as achievement than as natural display; consequently the expression of feeling in women’s art was often seen as a manifestation of temperament, while strong feelings expressed in the work of men were interpreted as emotions conveyed with mastery and control. By this way of thinking, emotions in women’s art are a byproduct of nature; in contrast, the genius of the male artist produces a new creation that transcends the dictates of nature”
— Carolyn Korsmeyer, Gender and Aesthetics: An Introduction
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endless list of favs: movies → To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before (2018) dir. Susan Johnson
You’ve gotta tell people how you feel when you feel it. You can’t sit in your room writing love letters you’re never gonna send.
What I mean by passion is not just that you have something you care about. What I mean is that you care about the same ultimate goal in an abiding, loyal, steady way. You are not capricious. Each day, you wake up thinking of the questions you fell asleep thinking about. You are, in a sense, pointing in the same direction, even eager to take even the smallest step forward than to take a step to the side, toward some other destination. At the extreme, one might call your focus obsessive. Most of your actions derive their significance from their allegiance to your ultimate concern, your life philosophy.
You have your priorities in order.
Angela Duckworth, Grit (via luxe-pauvre)
I want, she said,
a theory that explains
everything.Then:
I want it
to be my fault
she said
so I can fix it.— Louise Glück, from Blue Rotunda
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I want you to be the very best version of yourself that you can be.
Lady Bird (2017) - Dir. Greta Gerwig
No matter how synchronized synchronized swimmers are, they’ll never be as synchronized as someone that keeps unlocking the car door for you to get in and you keep pulling the handle at the same time.
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Mark Rothko Untitled, 1969, Acrylic on paper mounted on canvas, 137. 2 x 107.5 cm
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