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[becomingvecna]

— David Cronenberg, Consumed

[weltenwellen]

Hanif Abdurraqib interviewed by Ruth Awad: Joy Is Not Promised to You

[weltenwellen]

Louise Glück, Poems 1962-2012

[darkacademiaquotes]

"Romantic obsession is my first language. I live in a world of fantasies, infatuation and love poems. Sometimes I wonder if the yearning I've felt for others was more of a yearning for yearning itself. I've pined insatiably and repeatedly: for strangers, new lovers, unrequited flames. While the subjects changed, that feeling always remained. Perhaps, then, I have not been so infatuated with the people themselves, but with the act of longing."

-Melissa Broder, from "Life without Longing," The New York Times

[firstfullmoon]

“Each year I grow emptier, more obsolete,”

— Sinners Welcome, ‘Winter Term’s End’ by Mary Karr (via deformititties)

[exastria]

euripides (tr. anne carson) / sade andria zabala / anne carson

[feral-ballad]

Linda Pastan, from Waiting for My Life: Poems; "What We Want"

[Text ID: "and in the morning / our arms ache. / We don't remember the dream, / but the dream remembers us."]

[weltenwellen]

Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke’s Book of Hours

[weltenwellen]

May Sarton, Journal of a Solitude

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

Richard Siken, Crush/Lora Mathis, If There's A Way Out I'll Take It

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

Maya Angelou, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

[metamorphesque]

― James Baldwin, Just Above My Head

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[flowerytale]

Anne Carson, from The Glass Essay

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

{Words by Lily Rain @lilyrainpoetry on Instagram}

[flowerytale]

Ada Limón, from “Sometimes I Think My Body Leaves a Shape in the Air”, The Carrying: Poems

[feral-ballad]

Jihyun Yun, from Some Are Always Hungry; “Savaging”

[Text ID: “I woke up having / forgotten even your faces, / but remembered / my hunger. What if this is all / I am left with: / memories of my young body / rifling through refuse”]

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

Quotes by Sylvia Plath, The Journals of Sylvia Plath

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

Quote from "Excuses For Why We Failed At Love" by warson shire

[petaltexturedskies]

Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vanessa Bell written c. August 1908

[typewriter-worries]

[ I wonder if you talked about me, as you went home, or thought of me when the moon rose, ]