one day you will wake up refreshed, drink coffee and be able to read a book the same way you did when you were little. you will have a cat who curls up to sleep on your lap or a playful dog who is happy to see you. you will be the kindest you can be, listening to stories, and checking up on people often. you will make pancakes in the morning and decorate your abode with plants, your old paintings and cozy cushions. you will fill photo albums with blurry photos of your new friends and road trips and summery evenings. you will visit your favorite bakery and library often, and keep in touch with people you love. things won’t be perfect, but you’ll be at peace with yourself and you will be in love with life again.
Sleeping at Last - Noble Aim
writingsforwinter:
Once, I died my hair to change colors with the seasons
and finally settled on red out of the mistaken belief
that it would lend me all the courage fire lends to wood.
Beneath the wave caps I thought I loved you the same way the sea loves
the coral that tattoos it to the ocean floor.
Now, I remember my legs, my phantom limb syndrome,
how I used to run so fast along the shore even the seagulls couldn’t catch me.
Those were the days when my head was still above water,
when I never once thought of shedding the scales on my wrists
and ending it all.
One day I’ll go back to those legs, to coming up out of the deep
and tasting the salty air again
without wishing to drown.
One day seaweed will stop reminding me of a noose.
One day I will love you with lungs full of fresh air.
There are still so many seashells on the shore left to collect,
and I’m finally going to find them all.
Sometimes I hyperfocus so hard on something, I forget I’m a person until someone interacts with me. I feel like some wild animal seeing a human being for the first time. I’m like “oh yeah I’m supposed to speak and stuff”
Pigeon steals poppies from the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, Australian War Memorial, Canberra, Australia in order to build a nest beside a stained glass window.
My hypothesis is that in like 10 years gen z is gonna have a big cult boom the way the boomers did in the 70s
you wanted it, you got it, babes! caveat: this list is long (seriously, sorry about the length) and i can’t write blurbs for everything, but i highly recommend going and looking at anything that sounds interesting. some books will fall under multiple headings, so i’m listing them twice. i am linking to their purchase pages on bookshop.org, because amazon sucks and bookshop helps support indie booksellers, but if your local indie bookstore offers delivery or curbside pickup, buy it there. and i’m trying to keep this list confined to pretty recent titles, so even though a few older ones might slip in there, it’s definitely centered on releases from the past few years. okay let’s do this.
godshot by chelsea bieker
the book of joan by lidia yuknavitch
girl, woman, other by bernadine evaristo
her body and other parties by carmen maria machado (short stories)
trust exercise by susan choi
my dark vanessa by kate elizabeth russell
the rehearsal by eleanor catton
indelicacy by amina cain
the answers by catherine lacey
the mars room by rachel kushner
the love affairs of nathaniel p. by adelle waldman
you too can have a body like mine by alexandra kleeman
the new me by halle butler
queenie by candice carty-williams
prep by curtis sittenfeld
the idiot by elif batumen
my year of rest and relaxation by ottessa moshfegh
oksana, behave! by maria kuznetsova
where’d you go, bernadette by maria semple
convenience store woman by sayaka murata
nothing to see here by kevin wilson
made for love by alissa nutting
the pisces by melissa broder
the herd by andrea bartz
mrs. dalloway by virginia woolf
the awakening by kate chopin
we have always lived in the castle by shirley jackson
gone girl by gillian flynn
rebecca by daphne du maurier
white oleander by janet fitch
cousin bette by honore de balzac
wide sargasso sea by jean rhys
play it as it lays by joan didion
the piano teacher by elfriede jelinek
valley of the dolls by jacqueline susann
postcards from the edge by carrie fisher
if we were villains by m.l. rio
social creature by tara isabelle burton
the basic eight by daniel handler
the incendiaries by r.o. kwon
bunny by mona awad
hex by rebecca dinerstein knight
the dreamers by karen thompson walker
the book of joan by lidia yuknavitch
severance by lin ma
gold fame citrus by claire vaye watkins
the farm by joanne ramos
followers by megan angelo
the power by naomi alderman
the glass hotel by emily st. john mandel
normal people by sally rooney
fame adjacent by sarah skilton
stay up with hugo best by erin somers
the seven husbands of evelyn hugo by taylor jenkins reid
circe by madeline miller
the nobodies by liza palmer
evvie drake starts over by linda holmes
my sister, the serial killer by oyinkan braithwaite
baby teeth by zoje stage
dare me by megan abbott
eileen by ottessa moshfegh
social creature by tara isabelle burton
the worst kind of want by liska jacobs
the girls by emma cline
oligarchy by scarlett thomas
devotion by madeline stevens
baby by annaleese jochems
marlena by julie buntin
bunny by mona awad
necessary people by anna pitoniak
red at the bone by jacqueline woodson
the care and feeding of ravenously hungry girls by anissa grey
mostly dead things by kristen arnett
bee season by myla goldberg
bowlaway by elizabeth mccracken
everything i never told you by celeste ng
the nest by cynthia d’aprix sweeney
the grammarians by cathleen schine
ask again, yes by mary beth keane
my brilliant friend and the neapolitan novels by elena ferrante
such a fun age by kiley reid
gingerbread by helen oyeyimi
the female persuasion by meg wolitzer
the burning girl by claire messud
expectation by anna hope
the animators by kayla rae whitaker
my education by susan choi
permission by saskia vogel
mostly dead things by kristen arnett
real life by brandon taylor
after dolores by sarah schulman
patsy by nicole dennis-benn
wilder girls by rory power
enter the aardvark by jessica anthony
less by andrew sean greer
exciting times by naiose dolan
dept. of speculation by jenny offill
the interestings by meg wolitzer
godshot by chelsea bieker
play it as it lays by joan didion
the bonfire of the vanities by tom wolfe
wolf in white van by john darnielle
things you would know if you grew up around here by nancy wayson dinan
sex and rage by eve babitz
wise blood by flannery o’connor
leading men by christopher castellani
saint x by alexis schaitkin
the cosmopolitans by sarah schulman
lake success by gary shteyngart
odds against tomorrow by nathaniel rich
the great believers by rebecca makkai
good citizens need not fear by maria reva (short stories)
Trying to fall in love is like trying to make your heart beat backwards. It can’t be done. I am already what you are. And so we don’t fall in love; we simply notice that we are in love already, and always have been. We don’t fall in love; it is the ‘we’, the ‘me’ and the ‘you’, the ‘inbetween’, that falls away in love, revealing the intimacy of our own absence. We are all so deeply in love that we don’t realise it.
Jeff Foster (via lazyyogi)
me holding a gun to a mushroom: tell me the name of god you fungal piece of shit
mushroom: can you feel your heart burning? can you feel the struggle within? the fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. you cannot kill me in a way that matters
me cocking the gun, tears streaming down my face: I’M NOT FUCKING SCARED OF YOU