we have to go, trinity

They bade farewell! They jumped off the roof! to solitude! waving! carrying flowers! Down to the river! into the street!

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Lina A.

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Kait Rokowski, from "The Civil Guillotine" in So Much For the Mercy Kill

[jkrikis]

camino frances

© 2023 Yiannis Krikis

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i noticed that i only write when i am in love or not at all.

[morganbritton132]

Me: You know how when you were a kid and you’d wish that you’d get sick or injured in a way that would justify why you didn’t live up to your potential?

Everybody, apparently: No?

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Jennifer S. Cheng, So We Must Meet Apart

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Nayyirah Waheed

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

“At times I suffer from the strangest sense of detachment from myself and the world around me; I seem to watch it all from the outside, from somewhere inconceivably remote, out of time, out of space, out of the stress and tragedy of it all.”

— H.G. Wells

[candlewaltz]

letting my light wash dry among the trees

[flowerytale]

Katherine Mansfield, from a letter to Dorothy Brett (May 1922)

[nevver]

Glimmerati, Claudia Keep

[soracities]

Czesław Miłosz, from “I Sleep A Lot” (tr. Czesław Miłosz ), New and Collected Poems: 1931-2001

[Text ID: “I have read many books but I don’t believe them. When it hurts we return to the banks of certain rivers.”]

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“No matter how isolated you are and how lonely you feel, if you do your work truly and conscientiously, unknown friends will come and seek you.”

— Carl Jung

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“It had been the dream of his life to write with an originality so discreet, so well concealed, as to be unnoticeable in its disguise of current and customary forms; all his life he had struggled for a style so restrained, so unpretentious that the reader or the hearer would fully understand the meaning without realizing how he assimilated it. He had striven constantly for an unostentatious style.”

— Boris Pasternak, from Dr. Zhivago (Pantheon, 1957)

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Jenny Slate, Little Weirds

[frankiecosmoos]

“I’m so pathetically intense. I just can’t be any other way. You know; you understand. And get this, I’m with you. Don’t stop talking to me, please. It’s as important as if we were the only people alive.”

— Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Edward Cohen written c. September 1950 (via violentwavesofemotion)

[feral-ballad]

Kate Baer, from And Yet: Poems; “40”

[Text ID: “because sometimes it is easier to / write yourself out of the play / than to face another breakfast.”]

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Tayseer Barakat (B. 1959, Jabaliya, Gaza, Palestine) - Shoreless Sea #18, 2019.