[trenchandwhite]

[vintage-tigre]

[havingapoemwithyou]

snowy night by Mary Oliver

[victoriaelyse]

[girlfictions]

Mary Oliver, Moments

[petaltexturedskies]

Mary Oliver, from “I worried”

[poetic-questions]

—Mary Oliver, "Blue Iris"

[kinoglowworm]

[marchenshoujo]

Who made the world? Who made the swan, and the black bear? Who made the grasshopper? This grasshopper, I mean— the one who has flung herself out of the grass, the one who is eating sugar out of my hand, who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down— who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes. Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face. Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away. I don't know exactly what a prayer is. I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass, how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields, which is what I have been doing all day. Tell me, what else should I have done? Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon? Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?

—Mary Oliver

[weltenwellen]

Ocean Vuong, from “Someday I’ll Love Ocean Vuong”, Night Sky with Exit Wounds

[buriedletters]

— Osamu Dazai, from “No longer human.”

What easiness lies in the denouement?

[havingapoemwithyou]

diogenes tries to forget by Mary Karr

[mournfulroses]

Friedrich Nietzsche, from a letter to Franz Overbeck written in February 1883

[waitinqroom]

michelle zauner / ocean vuong

[outofcontextadrianmonk]

out of context Monk

[classichorrorblog]

Scooby Doo, Where Are You! - "Hassle In The Castle" (1969)

[diybreastreduction-deactivated2]

who up delaying the inevitable

[chokopoppo]

The worst thing in the entire world is when you’re sweeping a big pile of dirt into a dustpan and it leaves that little coke line of grit behind. No matter how you position your pan or your broom and no matter how many times you sweep over it your outcome cannot change. As immovable as fate. I hate it so