And if I'm meant to be alone, please take away my desire to be loved.
k.b. // unknown
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And if I'm meant to be alone, please take away my desire to be loved.
k.b. // unknown
Anaïs Nin, from a letter to Henry Miller written c. January 1933, featured in A Literate Passion
pretty heart locket ღೃ
Natalie Wee, Least of all
Image I.D. — “I kneel into a dream / where I am good & loved. / I am good. I am loved.” — End I.D.
Hanif Abdurraqib, They Can't Kill Us Until They Kill Us
Chelsea Dingman, from "Psychogeography"
V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue
Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Aurelia Plath written c. February 1953 featured in The Letters of Sylvia Plath Volume I: 1940–1956
In these dreams it's always you:
Richard Siken, Crush; from ‘I Had a Dream About You'
can someone fucking linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving. can someone fucking forget their scarf in my life & come back later for it. please
“I worry that my friends will misunderstand my silence as a lack of love, or interest, instead of a tent city built for my own mind.”
Tarfia Faizullah, from "Poem Full of Worry Ending with My Birth," published in Poem-a-Day
My joy is my own, my pain is my own, no one knows any of it
— Louise Glück Epithalamium from "Descending Figure.”
The Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1944–1947
i love you, it looks like rain, June Gehringer