Riham.

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“There is no complete life. There are only fragments. We are born to have nothing, to have it pour through our hands. And yet, this pouring, this flood of encounters, struggles, dreams…”

— James Salter, Light Years (via myonegin)

[louisegluck]

Louise Glück, from “Blue Rotunda.” [ID in alt text]

[annori]

Evelyn Waugh, from Brideshead Revisited (1945)

[flowerytale]

Kate Chopin, from The Awakening

[gnossienne]

Susan Sontag, Reborn: Journals and Notebooks, 1947-1963

[rainreads-deactivated20250201]

"Tired" by Langston Hughes.

[little-orkideh]

“Opinion is really the lowest form of human knowledge. It requires no accountability, no understanding. The highest form of knowledge is empathy, for it requires us to suspend our egos and live in another’s world. It requires profound purpose larger than the self kind of understanding.”

— Plato 

[sirenchild]

[yourlocalnymphh]

Rachel Mennies, from "April 18, 2017," The Naomi Letters

[nobrashfestivity]

Percy Smith, Birth of a Flower, 1910

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[firstfullmoon]

Virginia Woolf, A Writer’s Diary

[text ID: A lovely September day—tender—]

[derangedrhythms]

Margaret Atwood, True Stories; from ‘Variation On the Word Sleep’

[lifeinpoetry]

“What comes after awareness? And then what? And then what?”

— — Noor Hindi, from “Pledging Allegiance,” DEAR GOD. DEAR BONES. DEAR YELLOW.

[resqectable]

“Sometimes suffering is just suffering. It doesn’t make you stronger. It doesn’t build character. It only hurts.”

— Kate Jacobs; Comfort Food

[jinxproof]

Liv Tyler ph. Ellen von Unwerth

[metamorphesque]

— Susan Sontag, Death Kit

[text ID: How can I describe my life to you? I think a lot, listen to music. I’m fond of flowers.]

[weltenwellen]

Anaïs Nin, Fire: From “A Journal of Love”: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1934–1937