February 2012
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Feb 23rd
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“You came into the heart of our grief. This is a house dressed in black.”
– Euripides, Alkestis, translated by Anne Carson in Grief Lessons (via proustitute)
Feb 23rd
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Feb 23rd
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Feb 23rd
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Feb 23rd
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Feb 23rd
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Feb 23rd
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Feb 23rd
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Feb 23rd
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Feb 23rd
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Feb 23rd
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Feb 23rd
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Feb 23rd
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Feb 22nd
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“I looked in my heart while the wild swans went over. And what did I see I had...”
– Edna St. Vincent Millay, from “Wild Swans” (via proustitute)
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“Here is a handful of shadow I have brought back to you: this decay, this hope,...”
– Margaret Atwood, from “Mushrooms” in Selected Poems: Volume 2 (via proustitute)
Feb 22nd
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