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The Blue Caftan (2022) | dir. Maryam Touzani

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Who knows how deep the heart is and how much it holds?

Emily Dickinson in a letter to Catherine Sweetser wr. c. February 1870

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I took my heart, I took my heart Down, down by the river, oh I buried it there where the ground is soft And down where the waters flow

West of Roan, I took my heart

#west of roan #folk #indie folk #lyrics #song lyrics #poetry #love lyrics #love song

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wales in 1984, photos by my grandfather:)

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… the deep gnawing of love a love which makes you want to leave your skin behind.

— Deema K. Shehabi, The Poetry of Arab Women: A Contemporary Anthology, (2001)

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And you are searching the horizon for some sign, some little spark Of morning that will chase away the dark Heavy was the winter, love, and what's become of spring?

Storm to weather, Grace Petrie

#grace petrie #folk #song lyrics #spring #april #folk music #british folk #lesbian singer #leftist folk #queer folk

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“I have learned, though, that there is a river of humanity. Though I still don’t know what lies at the end of that flowing river. But I feel as though I’ve started to understand what I was yearning for through all the many mistakes of my past. What I can believe in now is the sight of all the people, each carrying his or her own individual burdens, praying at this deep river. I believe that the river embraces these people and carries them away. A river of humanity. The sorrows of this deep river of humanity. And I am a part of it.”

— Shūsaku Endō, Deep River

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The Perseus Cluster, Abell 426 // Riedl Rudolf

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Split, dir. Iris Brey, 2023

#split #iris brey #jehnny beth #alma jodorowsky #lesbian movie #wlw #sapphic #wlw movie #women filmmakers #female film directors #directed by women #screencaps #seen in 2024 #lesbian tv show #french cinema

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James Baldwin, 'Just Above My Head'

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on april

barbara kingsolver demon copperhead \\ sara teasdale a november night \\ fatima aamer bilal i mother it, the absence of her ii. i was hard to bear from the very start (via @ivynightshade) \\ anne carson the glass essay (via @petaltexturedskies) \\ raymond p. fischer an aged man remembers april \\ cyrus cassells \\ anton chekhov love \\ t.s eliot the waste land \\ michelle o'sullivan the flower and the frozen sea: "bespoke"

kofi

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Biker flappers on the beach! Mid-1920s.

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Oona was her mother's mother now, Oona sometimes felt, or maybe mother wasn't the right word for it, maybe daughter was fine, meaning more than she once thought they did, each having two sides to itself, a side of carrying and of being carried, each word in the end the same as the other, like a coin, differing only in the order of what face came up first on a toss.

Mohsin Hamid, The last white man

#mohsin hamid #the last white man #motherhood #mother #eldest daughter #british literature #pakistani literature

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Spring drew on...and a greenness grew over those brown beds, which, freshening daily, suggested the thought that Hope traversed them at night, and left each morning brighter traces of her steps.

Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

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19th century ceramic transfer plate

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Every hour is a mute craving for you, a hunger and a want.

Renée Vivien, Letter to Natalie Clifford Barney (1901)

#renée vivien #natalie clifford barney #lesbian literature #letter #love quote #love quotes #love letter #epistolary #aimer = dévorer #sapphic #lesbian history #french literature #love as hunger #dark academia