l'amour et l'art

mourn me because i am alive

[notgreatbob]

''i wasted those years'' who cares. you lived the only life you could've lived in those moments

[weltenwellen]

Joy Sullivan, from “Soup”, Instructions for Traveling West

[weltenwellen]

Joy Sullivan, “When My Friend Is Low, We Walk by the River”, Instructions for Traveling West

[dangerouschaosvoid]

ur so pretty will u be my girlfriend ill put flowers in your head and hold you

yes please

[weltenwellen]

Joy Sullivan, from “These Days People Are Really Selling Me On California”, Instructions for Traveling West

[weltenwellen]

Tracy K. Smith, from “Don’t You Wonder, Sometimes?”, Life on Mars

[weltenwellen]

Stephanie Foo, What My Bones Know: A Memoir of Healing from Complex Trauma

[octoberloved]

[weltenwellen]

Leila Chatti, from "Postcard from Gone"

[gnossienne]

Shakespeare, Antony and Cleopatra, Act V Scene II

[flowerytale]

Louise Glück, from "Persephone the Wanderer", Averno

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

{Words by José Olivarez from Citizen Illegal /@fatimaamerbilal , from even flesh eaters don't want me.}

[cheruib]

that comment about how you should not borrow grief from the future has saved me multiple times from spiraling into an inescapable state of anxiety. like every time i find myself thinking about how something in the future could go wrong i remember that comment and i think to myself: well i never know, it might get better. it might not even happen the way i think it will and if it does happen and it is sad and bad ill be sad about it then, when it happens. and it’s somehow soo freeing

[peaceinthestorm]

Max Ernst (1891-1976, German) ~ Le romantisme, 1960

[tworobocops]

there is no old self to get back to there’s a new u to create n nurture

[weltenwellen]

Mary Oliver, from “Hum Hum”, A Thousand Mornings

[typewriter-worries]

[ Text ID: Some wounds never vanish. Yet little by little I learned to love my life. ]

[lostlibrarycard]

Tomihiko Morimi, The Tatami Galaxy (translated by Emily Balistrieri)

[serratedpens]

Eden Robinson, “Writing Prompts for the Broken-hearted”

[frenchsiren]

[Text description:

You can put your strength down. I’m sitting here with you at your kitchen table. You don’t need to say anything.

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