Nov
8th
Sun
8th
(via aubzillatron)
’ Page by page I slowly and lucidly reread everything I’ve written and find that it’s all worthless … What grieves me is that my best is no good, and that another whom I dream of, if he existed, would have done better. Everything we do, in art or in life, is the imperfect copy of what we thought of doing. ‘
— Bernardo Soares (Fernando Pessoa), “The Book of Disquiet” (from a close friend I have never met, Whiskey River) (via crashinglybeautiful) (via lapetitebaobab)
Nov
6th
Fri
6th
Saudade has been described as a “vague and constant desire for something that does not and probably cannot exist … a turning towards the past or towards the future”. A stronger form of saudade may be felt towards people and things whose whereabouts are unknown, such as a lost lover, or a family member who has gone missing. It may also be translated as a deep longing or yearning for something which does not exist or is unattainable.
