hell is empty, and all the devils are here

[louisegluck]

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals

[toiich]

Anne Carson, The Glass Essay

[winedark]

clockin in for another day of being the architect of my own misery

[toiich]

Franz Kafka, The Diaries of Franz Kafka

[feral-ballad]

Joy Sullivan, from Instructions for Traveling West: Poems; “Instructions for Traveling West”

[foxeia]

Villa Cozzano

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[04k96]

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[happyheidi]

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[muresetivoire]

When Jane Austen said, "And sometimes I keep my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in," I felt that

[perfectquote]

“But then it passed, as all things do.”

— Khaled Hosseini, And the Mountains Echoed

[feral-ballad]

Stephen Spender, from Selected Poems of Stephen Spender (1909-1995); "To A Spanish Poet"

[sunflorally]

sometimes I see pictures from when I was younger and it makes me wonder why I spent so much time hating myself. sweet little baby me. I was still growing. I was still learning. I was still getting used to my own skin. I didn’t deserve that

[weltenwellen]

Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet