“I write because you exist.”
— Michael Faudet
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“I write because you exist.”
— Michael Faudet
— unknown (via letsbelonelytogetherr)
Savannah Brown, from a poem titled "Poet (derogatory)," featured in Closer Baby Closer: Poems
— @eternaldroplets on x (via letsbelonelytogetherr)
—Margaret Atwood, “CIRCE/MUD POEMS”, from Selected Poems (1965-1975)
I'm too exhausted to explain my soul to someone again.
Best thing you can do is have a routine; take care of yourself.
“I’ll make up for all the years I was supposed to be kissing you.”
— Leo Christopher
— Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter to Arthur Davison Ficke
the night sky reminds me of you
– Virginia Woolf, from a Letter to Violet Dickinson written c. January 1909
[TEXT ID: "I appreciate your concern. None of this is your fault. It's me. It's me and my head. / In winter, I collapse." END ID]
"You know, love doesn't mean "l never want you to change." But I don't think it means "I don't care if you change" either. So I suppose it might mean, "I believe that you'll always be the person I adore." A declaration of faith, perhaps."
– Sayaka Saeki, やがて君になる (Bloom into You), Via "freckled-lili" on Tumblr
January 21, 1922 | Franz Kafka diaries
- January 14, 1918
- The Blue Octavo Notebooks, 1917-1919
- January 12, 1911
- The diaries of Franz Kafka, 1910-1913
[ID: I now sleep so much and so soundly during the day, I have greater weight while I sleep. End ID]