No One

Who am I?

[soracities]

Eavan Boland, “A Woman Painted on a Leaf”

[Text ID: “I want a poem I can grow old in. I want a poem I can die in.”]

[petaltexturedskies]

Mary Oliver, from "Crows"

[ir92310]

“I think I might be happy”

[tenephre]

[toopoor]

it's time for me to come back to tumblr and start pouring out my thoughts again................. hope thats ok

[weltenwellen]

Ocean Vuong, from “Beautiful Short Loser”, Time Is a Mother

[petaltexturedskies]

Anaïs Nin, Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin: 1939-1947

[da11ae]

Fuckkkkk my brain needs to shut up

[exist143]

I hate myself for letting this go on for so long. It’s been a decade and I’m still stuck in this darkness.

#sickofmyself

[petaltexturedskies]

Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

[petaltexturedskies]

Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait in Letters

[petaltexturedskies]

September approaching…I feel I owe myself a brief respite of leisure and no rushing around. I can't face the dead reality. I want rainy days, lanterns and a hundred moons twining in dark leaves, music spilling out and echoing yet inside my head.

Sylvia Plath, in a letter to Aurelia Plath written c. August 1951, from Letters Home: Correspondence 1950-1963

[fiftiesbbydolldress]

the feminine urge to stay gone. be unseen, be unavailable, be unheard of. disappear.

[childhoodcarnage-deactivated202]

[3aadi]

shoutout to me for ruining my own life

[datadegroove-deactivated2026042]

ai generating my suicide note cause I couldn't think of anything

[100493503004422]

mmm oh I can't think about that or I'll die

[mournfulroses]

Anaïs Nin, from a letter to Joaquin Nin, featured in Reunited: The Correspondence of Anais and Joaquin Nin, 1933-1940