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[flowerytale]

The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1914–1920

[flowerytale]

Margaret Atwood, from The Blind Assassin

[metamorphesque]

― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The House of the Dead

[voirlvmer]

“I didn’t yearn for anything but privacy, because it is an embarrassment to be a wound in public.”

— Billy-Ray Belcourt, from A History of My Brief Body

[wordslaver]

I've been a forest fire i am a forest fire and i am the fire and i am the forest and i am the witness watching it.

[twicedailyquotes]

“My brain hums with scraps of poetry and madness.”

—

Virginia Woolf

Selected Letters

[metamorphesque]

— To a Young Poet, Mahmoud Darwish (translated by Fady Joudah)

[text ID: A poem in a difficult time / is beautiful flowers in a cemetery.]

[devilsandcherubs]

And in the small, scattered words we shared, where a great silence filled the gaps; novels were said.

[flowerytale]

Charlotte Brontë, from a letter to Margaret Wooler (November/December 1846)

[flowerytale]

Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1947–1955

[flowerytale]

Florence Welch, Rolling Stone UK (2022)

[artandchocolate]

Emily Brontë - Wuthering Heights

[weltenwellen]

Natalie Díaz, from "American Arithmetic", Postcolonial Love Poem

[flowerytale]

“Why life is so blank, brief and bitter I do not know — Why younger and far better than I are snatched from it with projects unfulfilled I cannot comprehend.”

Charlotte Brontë, from a letter to W S Williams, talking abouth the death of her siblings Emily, Anne and Branwell

[dark-academia-quotes]

[voirlvmer]

“But grief compels me, maybe even more than sleep. I am waiting for something to last. I know nothing will.”

— Sanna Wani, “Who is the Sun, Asking for Sleep?”, My Grief, the Sun

[stlowens]

Mary Oliver, from “Marengo.” [ID in alt text]