unaliving as we speak right now in this very moment
― Han Kang, The White Book
[ text ID: I hold nothing dear. Not the place where I live, not the door I pass through every day, not even, damn it, my life. ]
mi rau
I constantly long for beautiful moments forgetting I am the creator of them.
he gets it.
Rauschenberg “inside-out” 1962
Fontainebleau State Park, Louisiana by Lana Gramlich
good news: it has passed & you will never have to experience it again.
bad news: it has passed & you will never have to experience it again
Me and emma
Vicente Aleixandre, ed. by Lewis Hyde, from A Longing for the Light: Selected Poems; “The Explosion”
[Text ID: “I devoted myself to one endless afternoon. / I’ve loved you every moment of that afternoon.”]
- William Fargason, Cain.
Mary Szybist, from Incarnadine: Poems
Continuing to be warm and soft and open to the possibilities of life even when it seems hopeless and you’re heartbroken and soul sick does actually work btw. Like there will be love around you again and real recognizes real
Toni Morrison on grief
"I was trapped, with the tantalizing little square of night above me, and the warm, feminine atmosphere of the house enveloping me in its thick, feathery smothering embrace."
--Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals