I Cannot Hate Myself Into A Version Of Me I Will Love.

are you free tonight

i woul do anything to be free

Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet (translation by Stephen Mitchell)

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.

the idealized version of my tomorrow self will fix this

Camus: If someone here told me to write a book on morality, it would have a hundred pages and ninety-nine would be blank. On the last page I should write: “I recognize only one duty, and that is to love.” And, as far as everything else is concerned, I say no.

October, Louise Glück

letters to milena by franz kafka // camouflage by ron hicks // the golden notebook by doris lessing // ? // a letter to galatea kazantzaki by nikos kazantzakis

Deathless, Catherynne M. Valente

— Sylvia Plath, The Journals of Sylvia Plath

[text ID: Outside it is warm and blue and April.]

Artists need to lay their soul bare for the world to mock

That must be painful