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nunabr · 6 months ago
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Sylvia Plath, in a diary entry dated 15 May 1952 from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
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nunabr · 6 months ago
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nunabr · 7 months ago
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nunabr · 8 months ago
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March is that month where you just know something good is coming your way. You don't know what it is, but that feeling is there. You just know it's gonna be a good month.
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nunabr · 9 months ago
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you know what freakin' day it is
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nunabr · 9 months ago
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it's today!
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nunabr · 9 months ago
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Alasdair Gray, from Poor Things
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nunabr · 9 months ago
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starring emma stone ✰ poor things (2023) dir. by yorgos lanthimos
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nunabr · 10 months ago
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February, 1932 The diary of Anaïs Nin [Volume One: 1931-1934]
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nunabr · 10 months ago
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nunabr · 10 months ago
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nunabr · 1 year ago
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Now they are together 😭💔
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nunabr · 1 year ago
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The Awakening of Psyche by Guillaume Seignac, 1904
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nunabr · 1 year ago
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Mädchen Amick | Twin Peaks: Fire Walk with Me
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nunabr · 2 years ago
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A chuva.
Chovia e eu, em profundos devaneios que não vi chegar, imaginava que aquelas águas pesadas em gotas pequenas pudessem levar de mim toda a confusão que não me cabe mais. Observava o transparente cristalino que desce do céu em estação de verão e estende-se até os dias de Março, pensando em como a natureza é gloriosa demais perto de nossas conturbações passageiras e incontáveis metáforas que podem soar.
A chuva entranhava em meu olhar suplicante tanto quanto adentrava o chão e, assim, ouvi meus anseios gritarem por todos os átomos de quem sou.
Vitória Monsores.
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nunabr · 2 years ago
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Março/23
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nunabr · 2 years ago
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