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— James Baldwin, They Can’t Turn Back
Accidentally put my whole fucking heart into something that wasnt fucking meant for me again fucking hell
inkofArarat
أُحبّ الإشارات الإلهية التي تُشعرنا أننا مسموعِين ، تلك الإجابات الصغيرة اليومية
“Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.”
— Sylvia Plath
Simone de Beauvoir, from Diary of a Philosophy Student: Volume 1, 1926-27
Text ID: I observe how much I have matured since last year despite my belief that I was losing myself, how something strong was born from the painful experiences survived and from the numerous minutes that I believed were wasted.
The Trouble with Being Born, E. M. Cioran (translated by Richard Howard)
— puella via puella.nya
You ever look at the eyes of someone and think "yes."
— Melissa Cox
Czeslaw Milosz, from "Ars Poetica?"
“I want to meet no one; I want to say nothing; I want to go down and rest in the black earth of silence.”
— Robert Bly, from “Depression,” Eating the Honey of Words (HarperCollins, 1999)
“Maybe that's why I romanticize: not because I'm naive, but because I need to believe even sorrow has texture, even loss has grace.”
// Huy Nguyen, The Rose-Tinted Lens: A Confession on Why I Romanticize (Almost) Everything
Hanif Abdurraqib, They Can't Kill Us Until They Kill Us