By Valeria Heine Via Flickr: Facebook | Website

How to destroy a person ?

Love them hard

After that ,

Silently depart

T. S. Eliot — The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

“This is the house that built me and I’m gonna burn it down. This is the river I crawled from and I refuse to drown here. And bless the strippers but fuck the men. And bless the berries but fuck the farm. And bless the daughter but fuck the family. What is a home if not the first place you learn to run from? You’ve got to bite the hand that starves you, and in doing so Praise the place that birthed you. Birthed you fucked up. Birthed you ugly, and interesting, and ready to scream.”

— Courtney Love Prays To Oregon, Clementine von Radics

Clarice Lispector, tr. by Stefan Tobler, from Água Viva

Louise Glück

i wish i knew you when i was young

“wish i knew you” the revivalists // word of honor/山河令 , 天涯客/ faraway wanderers // “it’s a miracle we ever met” hallie bateman // “the great believers” rebecca m // @poeticsuggestions // “tim i wish you were born a girl” montreal // @dogmotifs // “come under the covers” walk the moon

“[One day] […] there will be no one alive who has ever known me. That’s when I will be truly dead–when I exist in no one’s memory. I thought a lot about how someone very old is the last living individual to have known some person or cluster of people. When that person dies, the whole cluster dies, too, vanishes from the living memory. I wonder who that person will be for me. Whose death will make me truly dead?”

— Irvin D. Yalom, from Love’s Executioner and Other Tales of Psychotherapy (Basic Books, 1989)

Olivia Laing, The Lonely City

Rebecca Solnit, Hope in the Dark

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