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patroclusplaylist · 6 months
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warm autumn slumber //pinterest
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patroclusplaylist · 2 months
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"She was alone as everyone is every morning after a dream."
– Anaïs Nin, from "The Sealed Room" in "Children of the Albatross", 1959.
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patroclusplaylist · 3 months
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floral stained glass+cosy //pinterest
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patroclusplaylist · 5 months
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water+nature decor //pinterest
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patroclusplaylist · 4 months
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moon, a hole of light, through the big top tent up high, here before and after me, shinin' down on me. moon, tell me if I could send up my heart to you? so, when I die, which I must do, could it shine down here with you?
My Love Mine All Mine - Mitski
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patroclusplaylist · 1 month
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“He received them smiling. Without money in his pocket he rushed to help. With generous excess he rushed to love, to desire, to possess, to lose, to suffer, to die the multiple little deaths everyone dies each day. He would even die and weep and suffer and lose with enthusiasm, with ardor. He was prodigal in poverty, rich and abundant in some invisible chemical equivalent to gold and sun.”
Anaïs Nin, from "The Sealed Room" in "Children of the Albatross", 1959
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patroclusplaylist · 1 month
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“His eyelids were heavy as if from too much dreaming.”
– Anaïs Nin, from "The Sealed Room" in "Children of the Albatross", 1959.
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“The transparency of the child skin, of the adolescent later to turn opaque. […] The mothers who kiss them are eating light. There is a phosphorescence which comes from the magic world of childhood. Where does this illumination go later? Is it the substance of faith which shines from their bodies like phosphorescence from the albatross, and what kills it?”
— Anaïs Nin, from "The Sealed Room" in "Children of the Albatross", 1959.
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patroclusplaylist · 3 months
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the beautiful writings of anaïs nin+sculpture sketches by gustav vigeland
“There are few human beings who receive the truth complete and staggering, by instant illumination. Most of them aquire it fragment by fragment, on a small scale, by successive developments, cellular, like a laborious mosaic.”
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patroclusplaylist · 5 months
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listen to this song for deep heavy Darkness with smooth vocals! this album is the soundtrack of the year
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patroclusplaylist · 7 months
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i love when people describe and write about and make poetry about the months and how they feel and about what they give and what they take, like they are people with personalities and have minds of their own
how August is a friend, romantic, September nostalgic, October warmhearted
love, love, love
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patroclusplaylist · 4 months
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Dramma della gelosia (tutti i particolari in cronaca), (1970) by Ettore Scola
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patroclusplaylist · 8 months
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in love with august
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patroclusplaylist · 2 months
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sunbathing in fictional sunshine //pinterest
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patroclusplaylist · 3 months
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blue + pink + golden white // pinterest
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