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[letters to you]

[flowerytale]

Anne Carson, from The Glass Essay

[soracities]

when john berger said that the small things we do for each other are ‘commas of care’ and thinking now of every book that has been recommended to me and every song i’ve loved that has been shared with me and every movie i’ve watched because someone dear adored it and each one of those is a stitch in time, bright and gleaming, in whatever the pattern is of our own little lived-in tapestry of lives, and a placeholder for love bc when i come back to all these things, i come back to the love that gave them to me first, commas of care that let you pause and go on.

[mishkarchives]

i love authors who create chaos in the world and then die. yes i'm talking about osamu dazai

[lone-nyctophile]

Confide in me, and watch how I turn your every sorrow into incandescent poetry.

[nizariat]

“Why do I see you on everything? As if on earth you are all the humans As if you were a never-ending path And I was created for this trip. If I was running from you, to you By your God, tell me, where is the escape?”

— Farouq Jwaideh

[thoughtkick]

“I used to dislike being sensitive. I thought it made me weak. But take away that single trait, and you take away the very essence of who I am. You take away my conscience, my ability to empathize, my intuition, my creativity, my deep appreciation for the little things, my vivid inner life, my deep awareness of others’ pain, and my passion for it all.”

— Unknown

[geryone]

Pink, Sylvie Baumgartel

[beljar]

I don't do anything with my life except romanticize and decay with indecision.

Allen Ginsberg, The Book of Martyrdom and Artifice: First Journals and Poems, 1937-1952

[moonstoast]

letters to milena by franz kafka // camouflage by ron hicks // the golden notebook by doris lessing // ? // a letter to galatea kazantzaki by nikos kazantzakis

[altruisticwriter]

“I killed a plant once because i gaveit too much water. Lord, I worry that love is violence.”

-joseolivarez

[altruisticwriter]

Plant

[mothprincess]

[oldwinesoul]

“Love is a sacrament that should be taken kneeling”

—Oscar Wilde

[fairydrowning]

-Franz Kafka, Letter's To Milena

[altruisticwriter]

A happy ending:

“She agreed to love herself deeply.She was finally the sun of her own life.”

-Juansen Dizon, I Am The Architect of My Own Destruction

[metamorphesque]

— Apprehensions, Sylvia Plath

[text ID: Is there no way out of the mind?]

[feral-ballad]

Maggie Nelson, from Bluets

[Text ID: “Is to be in love with blue, then, to be in love with disturbance? Or is the love itself the disturbance? And what kind of madness is it anyway, to be in love with something constitutionally incapable of loving you back?”]

[apocryphics]

flannery o'connor

[voirlvmer]

from The Habit of Being: Letters of Flannery O'Connor