Internal peace. That's just two words, linguistics. Comfort comes with warmth of accepting the absurd which is life. Then, you decide to follow the words to color you in.
J.
late valentines with my girl ottessa and the view of a rainy day 🤍 🌧
[dear bird,
protect me.
the fall is too high. catch me.
i'm not ready to fly. eat me.
in your inside, take me.
don't leave me, so i can live in you.
see through you
what i can't be
be for two, for we, for i
and drown deep above
[in the vacuum.
jales.
1am, i'm reading 'hiperculturalidade', and it's so good. probably, i'll be finishing it on thursday or friday.
also, i read today 'blue horses' by mary oliver and liked it. wasn't too invested tho, but it's great.
and in the morning, i was able to read a lot of 'the idiot' by elif batuman. this book is making me so happy! her writing is amazing and just to be in selin's mind is fascinating.
be kind to yourselves 🤍🌧
in heaven, everything is fine ♡
currently reading
o mito de sísifo - camus (75%)
infocracia - byung-chul han (pg. 62/107)
lolita - nabokov (pg. 25/ 331)
crime e castigo - dostoievski (pg. 33/561)
the way of kings - brandon sanderson (428/1252)
kibogo- scholastique mukasonga (starting)
to be read
a peste - camus
sea of tranquility - emily st john mandel
read (20/11-26/11)
chouette - claire oshtsky
the right to sex - amia srinivasan
tell me i'm an artist - chelsea martin
“I am obscure to myself. I let myself happen. I unfold only in the now. I am rudely alive.”
- Clarice Lispector, Água Viva [in the images, a picture of Clarice and part of a manuscript from Água Viva]
Anya Taylor-Joy wearing Dior SS23 photographed by Rachel Louise Brown for Harper’s Bazaar
— Albert Camus, The Possessed