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Franz Wright, from “East Boston, 1996; Night Walk,” in God’s Silence
“In the dream I don’t tell anyone, you put your head in my lap.”
— Richard Siken, from I Had a Dream About You (via dearestvita)
Rebecca Makkai, The Great Believers
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there's no attachment without memory
“First thing I knew there I was in love and all the wishing in the world couldn’t help it.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, Jacob’s Ladder (via fitzgeraldquotes)
ocean vuong - on earth we’re briefly gorgeous / mark doty - death of antinous / mitski - why didn’t you stop me
no is always a full, complete sentence. you don’t have to justify your every decision, especially to people who are not at all committed to your well-being and benefit from you having no boundaries.
“Tonight I can write (The Saddest Lines),” Pablo Neruda / frenchtoastlesbian / Hozier / “seven,” Taylor Swift / Fleabag, Phoebe Waller-Bridge
What is it about night walks...I looked into the orange light of someone’s window and felt the deepest sense of peace I’ve ever had
you’re laughing. i told you a joke and you’re laughing. i love you
Hi i am Deficient in so many minerals and im about to do something ill regret
sees someone doing ballet. i am nothing
avoir elle est avoir les étoilés (to have her is to have the stars)
It doesn’t matter how many times you leave, it will always hurt to come back and remember what you once had and who you once were. Then it will hurt just as much to leave again, and so it goes over and over again. Once you’ve started to leave, you will run your whole life.
– Charlotte Eriksson
Charlotte Eriksson
…she brought all the scents of the garden in her hair, the sultry perfume of jasmine in flower, and the bright sparkling of the August sun was in her eyes.
– Stefan Zweig, from “A Story Told In Twilight,” The Collected Stories (Pushkin Press, 2013)
July is about internal peace
This was the worst month of my life