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firstfullmoon · 2 years
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deborah levy (quoting marguerite duras) / charles m. schulz / susan sontag
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araekni · 1 month
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Sue Zhao, My mother texts me instructions to cook silken tofu (x)
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Everything Everywhere All At Once (2022) dir. Daniels
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Eden Robinson, Writing Prompts for the Broken-Hearted
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Hannah Lowe, The Stork
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@greysfields (x)
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@wellwaterhysteria, 'excerpts of texts my mum has sent me this year' (x)
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Sally St. Clair, 'The Distance Between Them' from Death of a Mother: Daughter's Stories
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Warsan Shire, How to Wear Your Mother's Lipstick
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Deborah Levy, Hot Milk
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A handwritten note from my mum, c. 2006
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@ryebreadgf, green grass (x)
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poemaseletras · 1 year
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Ela não era uma poetisa. Ela era um poema.
Deborah Levy, Casa de Natação
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lillyli-74 · 1 year
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I confess that I am often lost in all the dimensions of time, that the past sometimes feels nearer than the present and I often fear the future has already happened.
~Deborah Levy
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Deborah Levy, The Cost of Living
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lustralquiet · 3 months
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crucifiedlovers · 2 years
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My own unhappiness was starting to become a habit, in the way Beckett described sorrow becoming 'a thing you can keep adding to all your life...like a stamp or egg collection'.
Deborah Levy, The Cost of Living
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lazyydaisyyy · 5 months
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I undressed and left my clothes on the sand. I was not at ease with my body, not even in the darkness of night. It had been unloved, perhaps forever.
Deborah Levy, August Blue
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"Thing is, if you want to die you want to die. I don't see the point of being brave and pretending to look forward to the future. Not all of us want to work at not being sad. Not all of us want to wring life for every experience it will give us. Some of us don't want to be conscious no more. Consciousness is a curse. Listen, some of us are too clever to pretend to raise our pathetic glasses of champagne to a long life and universal joy and all that shit. Some of us don't want to accumulate knowledge and understanding in the hope that what is called the human spirit will make it all worthwhile. Some of us are just not up to all the things that being alive brings to your doorstep. Why should I pretend that they are part of complexity and make life interesting? No. I don't want another long sad day"
Deborah Levy, The Unloved
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valkyrieland · 1 month
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To be beloved was my wish, but it was not true. I had misread the blue word embroidered on the yellow silk. It was not beloved. I had invented a word that was not there. Beheaded. It was beheaded. The word Beloved is like a wound. It hurts. In this sense, Beloved is not so different from Beheaded.
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firstfullmoon · 2 years
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Deborah Levy, Real Estate [ID in ALT]
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pagunawa · 4 months
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Deborah Levy, The Cost of Living
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poemaseletras · 1 year
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Às vezes queremos deixar de pertencer tanto quanto queremos pertencer ―
Deborah Levy, The Cost of Living: A Working Autobiography
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deathbeguiled · 7 days
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“That afternoon, when I stood by the sea and laughed at myself under the snow clouds, what had come to mind was the piano in Maria’s hallway, the piano that was polished everyday but never played. I did not want to know that I had been shut down like that piano.”
Things I Don’t Want To Know — Deborah Levy.
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“I was also searching for a house in which I could live and work and make a world at my own pace, but even in my imagination this home was blurred, undefined, not real, or not realistic, or lacked realism. I yearned for a grand old house (I had now added an oval fireplace to its architecture) and a pomegranate tree in the garden. It had fountains and wells, remarkable circular stairways, mosaic floors, traces of the rituals of all who had lived there before me. That is to say the house was lively, it had enjoyed a life. It was a loving house.”
Deborah Levy, Real Estate.
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worththeway · 3 months
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“It doesn’t take more than three months of living to discover that we are all connected to each other’s cruelty and to each other’s kindness." The Cost of Living, deborah levy
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