Stephanie Foo, What My Bones Know: A Memoir Of Healing From Complex Trauma

Sweet baby 🤍

oh this sad warmth of grief; a warm tear on cold cheeks.

what is grief

if not love and longing

embracing?

when grief starts overflowing again, remember, there is still love left. you're still filled with love. no one deserves your love more than you do.

—𝓜𝓼. 𝓜𝓲𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓮

—Charles Frazier, Nightwoods

in your 20s you must rediscover the joys of arts and crafts to stave off spiritual decay

Jenny Slate, Little Weirds

be busy. busy not checking messages. busy reading those books you never started or finished. busy having a good night of sleep. busy taking care of yourself and your skin. busy moving your body. busy helping your community. busy reflecting on your life and what you can improve. busy doing things aside from the capitalistic viewpoint of “productivity.” busy slowing down.

— Arundhati Roy, The Cost of Living

“Friendship is far more tragic than love. It lasts longer.”   ― Oscar Wilde

1,3. Antoine de Saint-Exupéry | 2.Anne Carson, Euripides | 4.Malcolm T. Liepke | 5.@i-wrotethisforme | 6,9,11,14.Hanya Yanagihara | 7.Arnold Lobel | 8.E. M. Forster | 10.Peter Wever | 12.Joseph Lorusso | 13.Ocean Vuong

i’ve been bed rotting in a decidedly self destructive way lately

being and nothingness, jean-paul sartre // the metamorphosis, franz kafka // i am the architect of my own destruction, juansen dizon // albert camus // as consciousness is harnessed, susan sontag // ralph waldo emerson // allen ginsberg // tennesse williams // letters to felice, franz kafka // sylvia plath