the night and its slow blood,
Anne Sexton, The Death Notebooks; from ‘Hurry Up Please It’s Time’
The third spread in this small collection of pages about ‘Days Off’. This one is about napping vs. wanting to nap.
By Evie Cahir.
— From Speedboat, by Renata Adler.
“It happens to me frequently. You disappear? Yes and then come back.”— Anne Carson, Autobiography of Red
“…because what isn’t shared ceases to seem quite real, perhaps even ceases to be real.”— Pat Barker, The Silence of the Girls
“We looked at each other, afraid to speak, afraid to load our feelings into words in case the words cracked and split. I pinned my tongue to the roof of my mouth. Hold in, hold in, one crack and the wall is breached.”— Jeanette Winterson, Gut Symmetries
Not bad for a girl with no serotonin.
What is it about me that people find me so easy to let go of. What is it about me, in that people can just decide they want to leave, and then they leave. How do people you love just decide you can’t possibly be loved back.
— From Pitch Dark, by Renata Adler.
— Fanny Howe, Indivisible. (via batarde)
— Olivia Laing, Lonely in Manhattan
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Source: Flickr / reallove999
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