she kissed me.

a glimpse inside my heart

[beastbeastbeast]

introduction !

my name is iya and i go by she/her pronouns

i like poetry and classic literature !! 

my favorite authors/poets:

emil mihai cioran

vicente aleixandre

rainer maria rilke

fyodor dostoevsky

anna akhmatova

[linkinmoon]

Sylvia Plath

[beastbeastbeast]

i am happy, this january noon, and my troubles are few.

anna akhmatova, ‘the white house’

[tendermimi]

Mary Oliver, ‘north country’

[weltenwellen]

Anaïs Nin in a letter to Henry Miller, A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin Henry Miller, 1932-1953

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excerpt from juliet (i), sarah certa

[beastbeastbeast]

happy holidays !

this time of year can be stressful, it has been for me at least, but i hope you are all getting to spend some time with your loved ones (or at the very least, some time with a good book). this account has been very therapeutic for me, i love sharing authors and quotes i love with people who like hearing it. i just wanted to say thank you for following and interacting with my posts. it means a lot !! 

[narcissamalfvy]

“…I have so much to say to you that I am afraid I shall tell you nothing.”

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov (via wordsnquotes)

[weltenwellen]

Rainer Maria Rilke, Selected Letters, 1902-1922

[flowerytale]

Mary Shelley ― Mathilda

[weltenwellen]

Anne Carson, from “The Glass Essay”, Glass, Irony, and God

[a-dance-with-the-absurd]

“Your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing.”

— Fyodor Dosteovsky, Crime and Punishment (source)

[beastbeastbeast]

i don't want you to live in me like light,

vincente aleixandre, ‘come always, come’

[beastbeastbeast]

pablo neruda, ‘i can write the saddest verses...’

[evadethevoid]

“I am ready to give you all of my blood, if I had to — it’s hard to explain — sounds flat — but that’s how it is.”

— Vladimir Nabokov - from Letters to Vera 

[holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe]

Procedures for Underground,’ The Small Cabin’ by Margaret Atwood

[beastbeastbeast]

we walk lost, bare at last like the knife.

charles bukowski, ‘the most’