~Nour~

There are many names in history.. But none of them are ours. 🥀 Nour~Tunisian🇹🇳~

[petaltexturedskies]

Emily Dickinson, Final Harvest: Emily Dickinson's Poems

[bitesizedpoetry]

Sylvia Plath, aged 25, from "The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath" (dated February 5, 1958)

[theoptia]

Simone de Beauvoir, from Diary of a Philosophy Student: Volume 1, 1926-27

Text ID: I observe how much I have matured since last year despite my belief that I was losing myself, how something strong was born from the painful experiences survived and from the numerous minutes that I believed were wasted.

[terrorignitis]

Louise Glück, from A Travel Diary; Winter Recipes from the Collective: Poems, 2021

[didanagy]

THE SECRET GARDEN (1993)

dir. agnieszka holland

[weltenwellen]

Franny Choi, from “Catastrophe is Next to Godliness”

[havingapoemwithyou]

Storm by Leila Chatti

[metamorphesque]

October, Louise Glück

[metamorphesque]

to die by your side is such a heavenly way to die

from John Keats’s love letter to Fanny Brawne Tristan and Isolt (Death), Rogelio de Egusquiza The Reconciliation of the Montagues and Capulets over the Dead Bodies of Romeo and Juliet, Frederick Leighton Death of Francesca de Rimini and Paolo Malatesta, Alexandre Cabanel

[flowerytale]

Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks 1964-1980

[weltenwellen]

Glennon Doyle, Untamed

[weltenwellen]

Louise Glück, from “Otis”, Poems 1962 - 2012

[weltenwellen]

Mary Oliver, from “Hum Hum”, A Thousand Mornings

[weltenwellen]

Joy Sullivan, “In This New Life”, Instructions for Traveling West

[weltenwellen]

Joy Sullivan, from "Howl", Instructions for Traveling West

[weltenwellen]

Joy Sullivan, “Culpable”, Instructions for Traveling West

[weltenwellen]

Victoria Chang, from "Untitled #5, 1998", With My Back to the World

[pclysemia]

“The conventional wisdom of the Tower of Babel story is that the collapse was a misfortune. That it was the distraction, or the weight of many languages that precipitated the tower’s failed architecture. That one monolithic language would have expedited the building and heaven would have been reached. Whose heaven, she wonders? And what kind? Perhaps the achievement of Paradise was premature, a little hasty if no one could take the time to understand other languages, other views, other narratives period. Had they, the heaven they imagined might have been found at their feet. Complicated, demanding, yes, but a view of heaven as life; not heaven as post-life.”

— Toni Morrison’s Nobel lecture, December 7, 1993

[metamorphesque]

― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Gentle Spirit

[mournfulroses]

Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry featured in “The Selected Diaries of Virginia Woolf,”

[feral-ballad]

Joy Sullivan, from Instructions for Traveling West: Poems; “These Days People Are Really Selling Me on California”