[mothprincess]

Mary Oliver, from The Fire

[mycupoverfloweth]

[noble-kale]

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Vetting

[noble-kale]

It's been 600 days of this accelerated genocide

600 days and 600 nights of living like this

[dailykafka]

— October 27, 1912 / Letters to Felice

[kosmogrl]

[mournfulroses]

Trista Mateer, from "Aphrodite Made Me Do It," originally published in 2019

[julykings]

i would like to hold on to everything

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

“You're asking me what I want for breakfast and I'm telling you about how when the worst thing happened, I didn't even cry. You're handing me a receipt from the laundromat down the street and I'm passing you a bundle of letters that I wrote to God when I was fourteen and scared. You're passing me the milk after you drip it into your coffee and I'm half laughing about the psychiatrist's office and how there's actually a couch and it's made of blue tweed. You're trying to do the normal things and I am throwing up dull pieces of truth onto our kitchen table. I can't lie anymore. These are the things I've done and they're mostly sad. These are the places I've been and they're mostly awful. This life has woven itself into the notches of my spine and I hear it creak every time I stand.”

— Fortesa Latifi; Dull Pieces Of Truth

[weltenwellen]

Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell the Wolves I’m Home

[starlightacademia]

— Kahlil Gibran, in a letter to Mary Haskell

[metamorphesque]

the unbearable heaviness of girlhood / Su Xinyu / Lucie Brock-Broido

[heartshapedl]

One day I am gonna grow wings

[soracities]

And I—and I go out without hope, without purpose, and return home the same as when I went.

Goethe, The Sorrows of Young Werther (trans. Bayard Quincy Morgan)

[mournfulroses]

Mary Oliver, from a poem titled "Work," featured in The Southern Review (edited)

[metamorphesque]

Sand Dabs: Four, Mary Oliver

[theoptia]

Renzo Novatore, from The Collected Writings of Renzo Novatore; translated by Wolfi Landstreicher

Text ID: You still want to go on living on your knees. But I have understood life. / And anyone who understands life cannot live on his knees.

[metamorphesque]

I Sit beside the Fire and Think, Bilbo Baggins (The Fellowship of the Ring, J.R.R. Tolkien)