[louisandthedagger]

wrigley looking at bree 🥹

[strokeofserenity]

Captain Wentworth, “Persuasion” // 𝐉𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐀𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧.

[mournfulroses]

Cecília Meireles, from "In Autumn, My Heart," featured in Antologia poética

[grendelsmilf]

I think the hot new trends for this summer should be reading comprehension and critical thinking skills

[wednesdaywrote-deactivated20260]

[home-ward]

[petaltexturedskies]

Sara Teasdale, from "September Midnight"

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[typewriter-worries]

Hesitations Outside the Door, Margaret Atwood

[ Text ID: Should we go into it together / If I go into it with you I will never come out ]

[pipoetry]

It's there girl. If he buys you a fuckin' wall, don't doubt it's there.

[catullus101]

Avel De Knight, Two Young Men, charcoal on cream wove paper, 1940s

[aaresx]

Albert Camus, The Fall

[typewriter-worries]

[ Text ID: But the heart has its own memory / and I have forgotten nothing. ]

[saintweaver]

Kenneth Koch, To Marina

[amore0429]

Ferdinand Hodler - Night, 1889-1890. (Detail)

[trashcora]

THE LAST OF US (2023) — 1.08 “When We Are In Need”

[geryone]

Holy Wild, Gwen Benaway

[soracities]

“And why hide it or keep silent ? I love him, it’s obvious. I love him, I love him … He’s a millstone around my neck, he’s dragging me down with him, but I love this stone and can’t live without it.”

— Anton Chekhov (1860-1904), from “The Cherry Orchard” (1903),  translated from the Russian by Richard Nelson, Richard Pevear and Larissa Volokhonsky “И что ж тут скрывать или молчать, я люблю его, это ясно. Люблю, люблю… Это камень на моей шее, я иду с ним на дно, но я люблю этот камень и жить без него не могу.“ (via bluebeardsbride)

[shear-in-spuh-rey-shuhn-deactiv]

[dark-splendor]

Couple (1933), Mark English