Filth my holy

wary, abandoned, full of longing.

[chanelbagsandcigarettedrags]

[terrorignitis]

Juansen Dizon, i am the architect of my own destruction

[poetryforall]

[grilledpeachh]

things to unlearn in 2026

[whendidmythoughtsgocrazy]

And if I'm meant to be alone, please take away my desire to be loved.

k.b. // unknown

[vexheart]

This

[fromhersoul]

maybe home is where nothing has to be proven

[mournfulroses]

Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry featured in “The Selected Diaries of Virginia Woolf,”

[metamorphesque]

"Beautiful Losers", Leonard Cohen

[kiisuuumii]

Forrest Gander, Mojave Ghost

[weltenwellen]

Louise Glück, Poems 1962-2012 / Cynthia Ozick / Adonis, tr. by Khaled Mattawa, from ‘Celebrating Childhood’, Selected Poems / Gregory Orr, from “Origin of the Marble Forest” / Rainer Maria Rilke, tr. by. C.F. MacIntyre, Sonnets to Orpheus / John Boyne, The Absolutist

[remanence-of-love]

[weltenwellen]

Margaret Atwood, from “Europe on $5 a Day”, The Door

[twoweeks]

“But in the end, stories are about one person saying to another: This is the way it feels to me. Can you understand what I’m saying? Does it feel this way to you?”

— Kazuo Ishiguro, in his Nobel prize (2017) acceptance speech.   (via smiththeteacher)

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Virginia Woolf

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— danagray

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— David Foster Wallace, The Pale King