[sentimentalbot]

“Take a bundle of clothes and leave slowly. Don’t run away, but go. That’s it, so sweet: don’t run away, but go...”

Clarice Lispector, from, “Near to the Wild Heart” originally published in 1943

[luthienne]

Christa Wolf, Cassandra: A Novel and Four Essays (tr. Jan van Heurck)

[Text ID: “I was more and more out of touch”]

[luthienne]

For a long time she let no one speak to her and did not speak a word herself.

Christa Wolf, Cassandra: A Novel and Four Essays (tr. Jan van Heurck)

[soracities]

Yes. I’ve got goose bumps. And I am shivering. God help me. I am mute like a moon.

Clarice Lispector, from “Brasília”, Complete Stories (trans. Katarina Dodson)

[weltenwellen]

Czeslaw Milosz, New and Collected Poems: 1931-2001

[weltenwellen]

Czeslaw Milosz, New and Collected Poems: 1931-2001

[heavensghost]

Should I tear my heart out now?

[reaumantic]

i don’t lose hyperfixations they just go dormant until I hear something about it like a sleeper agent

[stay-close]

I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me.

— Sylvia Plath, The Collected Poems

[derangedrhythms]

Margaret Atwood, The Animals in That Country; from ‘Speeches for Dr Frankenstein’

[virginiewoolf]

Anna Kamienska, from A Nest of Quiet: A Notebook.

[holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe]

View with a Grain of Sand: Selected Poems; ‘Sky’ by Wisława Szymborska tr. Stanislaw Baranczak and Clare Cavanagh

[ID: My identifying features / are rapture and despair.]

[voirlvmer]

“how can the soul keep from flying to fragments – disintegrating, in one wild dispersal?”

— Sylvia Plath, on August 27, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath, 28 August 1957 – 14 October 1958 (via tamsoj)

[dotapolka]

Blood drop/cut throat pearl necklace by Hell’s Belle designs.

[poeticque]

[salemwitchtrials-deactivated202]

Excerpt from The Complete Poems by Anne Sexton

[intopermanence]

“It was I who let go of the hand, because I now have to go on alone.”

— Clarice Lispector, trans. by Ronald W. Sousa, from “The Passion According to G.H.”