[lamignonette]

[feral-ballad]

Linda Pastan, from Waiting for My Life: Poems; "What We Want"

[Text ID: "and in the morning / our arms ache. / We don't remember the dream, / but the dream remembers us."]

[jeanne-crains]

[9hgeminimoon]

[roadwhores]

by jeremy ville

[ellevon]

[lunamonchtuna]

— Steven Espada Dawson, from Elegy for the Four Chambers of My Brothers Heart

[eternaloptimistsphere]

start seeing everything as God, but keep it a secret

[lafemmedufutur]

How lucky am I to have discovered that I am the creator of my success? How lucky am I know that I really can live any life I want to live?

[pngsforthepeople]

Doilies! (PNGs)

[estudiooscuro]

[weltenwellen]

Andrea Gibson, Lord of the Butterflies

[weltenwellen]

Nikki Giovanni, The Collected Poetry, 1968-1998

[weltenwellen]

Leila Chatti, from "I Went Out to Hear"

[lilcowgirl7-deactivated20210223]

You cannot live alone on the fantasies you feed to your mind, eventually you have to touch your life for real, assess and analyze your habits, understand your character, try not to hate yourself for your character as it was shaped when you were very young by circumstances outside of you, and begin learning how to cope with your character, how to build habits that work for you, finish small projects, finish big projects, expose yourself to more uncomfortable situations, assess why you want to leave that friendship before you leave it, raise your anxiety levels on purpose, so that you can grow, raise your work load on purpose, so that you can grow, so that you can build resilience, so that your life expands, and can be experienced by you in full and in reality

[shisasan]

January 14, 1926 Journals of Anais Nin 1923-1927 [volume 3]

[gregorypeck]

[shisasan]

The Big Sleep (1946), dir. Howard Hawks

[exodusplague-deactivated2018111]

“Remember me, my angel, remember me,”

— Anna Akhmatova, tr. by Judith Hemschemeyer, from “Don’t Frighten Me,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[shisasan]

yes, I love you, I’m waiting for you unbearably. 

14 July 1926 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov