— Vladimir Nabokov, Letters To Véra

Kazuo Ishiguro, from “Kazuo Ishiguro, The Art of Fiction No. 196,” interviewed by Susannah Hunnewell, Paris Review (no. 184, Spring 2008)

No offense but how are girls so damn pretty like I can’t go one day w/o seeing a girl so pretty that i’m partially reborn like no offense but can girls really chill.

reblog if youre an idiot. reblog if youre just a fucking fool.

On Friendship.

“No, I’m not the tough kind. Where are the oaths I made two years ago, on the freshly shut cover of Zarathustra? Why did I wander aimlessly in the street last night, alone, miserable because I was unable to cry and terrified at the same time that I might have been about to? Why in the evening, when I lay my head on my pillow, is it like collapsing in exhaustion after being chased?”

— Mihail Sebastian, For Two Thousand Years (trans. Philip Ó Ceallaigh)

Andrea Gibson, Lord of the Butterflies

I don’t know who needs to hear this, but if you’re at a low point:

If you were a fictional man right now, there would be *at least* ten people if not a large portion of the fanbase that would call you their wet beast poor little meow meow

journal of my other self, rainer maria rilke / zarina situmorang / my brother my wound, natalie diaz / beekeeping, sara eliza johnson / the lights v, truls espedal / bluets, maggie nelson / the apparition, james tissot / crush, richard siken / the song of achilles, madeline miller

“You are worth finding. Worth knowing. Worth loving. You and all your one million layers. Always hold that close.”

— Danielle Doby

anne sexton