.ex animo.

30s | “sometimes I wish I'd stayed inside my mother, never to come out”

[terrorignitis]

Louise Glück, from A Travel Diary; Winter Recipes from the Collective: Poems, 2021

[bagelsandlox]

“What I mean is, I’m tired of everything gorgeous. Of the burden of burning. Of wondering when. What I mean is, on some nights I miss you so much that I never want to see you again.”

— Ali Shapiro

[derangedrhythms]

Innokenty Annensky, 20th Century Russian Poetry: Silver and Steel, from 'Petersburg', tr. Lubov Yakovleva with Daniel Weissbort

TEXT ID: I don't know where you are, and where we are, Only that we are part of each other.

[metamorphesque]

For to wish to forget how much you loved someone—and then, to actually forget—can feel, at times, like the slaughter of a beautiful bird who chose, by nothing short of grace, to make a habitat of your heart.

― Maggie Nelson, Bluets

[weltenwellen]

Octavio Paz, tr. by Elizabeth Bishop, The Collected Poems, 1957-1987

[quotespile]

“There are all kinds of things in the world I don’t understand, but I really wanted to understand you.”

— Mieko Kawakami, Heaven

[derangedrhythms]

Charles Bukowksi, Love is a Dog from Hell: Poems 1974-1977; from 'texan'

[corsilentium]

“Know that I loved you. Know that it was not enough.”

— Leigh Bardugo

[weltenwellen]

Margarita Karapanou, tr. by Karen Emmerich, Rien ne va plus

[corsilentium]

“And the aura of you remains, remains, remains…”

— Anne Sexton - from A Self-Portrait in Letters

[feral-ballad]

Clementine Von Radics, from In A Dream You Saw A Way To Survive; “The Fear”

[Text ID: “I am afraid / I will love you forever / and we will never be / in the same room / again.”]

[niimph]

“You are reborn with the roses, in every spring.”

— Juan Ramón Jiménez, from The Selected Writings; “Love,” wr. c. 1911

[firstfullmoon]

Maria Gray, from “Bad Nostalgia”

[corsilentium]

“I wanted the past to go away, I wanted to leave it, like another country;”

— Mary Oliver, from “Dogfish”

[mournfulroses]

Emily Dickinson, from her poem titled "1188," featured in The Emergency Poet

[macrolit]

“No loss is felt more keenly than the loss of what might have been. No nostalgia hurts as much as nostalgia for things that never existed.”

— An Unnecessary Woman, Rabih Alameddine

[weltenwellen]

Hanif Abdurraqib, They Can't Kill Us Until They Kill Us