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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.

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

That must be painful

You Won't Be Alone (2022)

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

Rosario Castellanos, tr. by Julian Palley, from Meditation on the Threshold: A Bilingual Anthology of Poetry; “Kinsey report”

embrace

Briony Marshall (Peaceful embrace or the melting of boundaries), Stephan Sinding (To Mennesker), Gustav Vigeland (Kiss), William Zorach (Embrace), Antonio Canova (Psyche Revived by Cupid's Kiss)

“I thought once that gods are the opposite of death, but I see now they are more dead than anything, for they are unchanging, and can hold nothing in their hands.”

— #Madeline Miller (Circe)

Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; “The way I was taught to love”

[Text ID: “Half daughter, / half apology, all fire and the wrong kind of love.”]

Alice Notley / Oscar wilde / Sarah Kane / Anne Sexton

Guillaume Apollinaire, from Aubade (tr. by Donald Revell); Alcools: Poems, 1913

Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra

enduring love

e.m forster, a room with a view / atonement (2007) / thomas hardy, far from the madding crowd / portrait of a lady on fire (2019) / cassandra clare, city of glass / rainer maria rilke / giovanni gasparro / philip pullman, the amber spyglass.

the fact that laughter is contagious is so beautiful to me. like oh that made you smile? that made you happy? well then, i have no choice but to be happy with you!

“How beautiful to find a heart that loves you, without asking you for anything, but to be okay.”

— Khalil Gibran

“Now my wishes are down to two: / Staying alive. And wanting to.”

— Traci Brimhall, from “Dear Thanatos,” Come the Slumberless To the Land of Nod (via lifeinpoetry)

“I feel unspeakably lonely. And I feel - drained. It is a blank state of mind and soul I cannot describe to you as I think it would not make any difference. Also it is a very private feeling I have - that of melting into a perpetual nervous breakdown. I am often questioning myself what I further want to do, who I further wish to be; which parts of me, exactly, are still functioning properly. No answers, darling. At all.”

— Anne Sexton

Alain de Botton, Essays in Love [transcript in ALT]

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

“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)

“They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

"my darling, you will never be unloved by me you are too well tangled in my soul"

— Atticus

Oscar Wilde, De Profundis // @i-wrotethisforme // Jorge Louis Berges // @smokeinsilence //@viridianmasquerade //Jorge Louis Berges // @honeytuesday // Kaveh Akbar // F. Scott Fitzgerald // AKR //Olivie Blake, from “Alone With You in the Ether” // Kaveh Akbar, Pilgrimage

Salma Deera, Letters from Medea

I look for you everywhere; small gestures made by all kinds of people in the street remind me of you, by their similarity as much as by their differences,

Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice‎

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

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

— Danielle Doby

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