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@miss-deadpoet
"I may never be happy but tonight i am content." -Sylvia Plath
10.43, 13th June
the moon is full tonight, and so is my heart. It's filled with love and the inevitable grief that always follows love, the hurt and sorrow and the nostalgia and the ache of your aching heart but despite all of it, i am content, i am content because i love you and i know that against all odds you love me, too.
~miss dead poet
To the writers, storytellers, philosophers and the speculators who dream, weave stories out of thin air, convert blood into ink, and heartache to plotlines. To the poets who feel, who notice everything and nothing, and especially to you: Thank you. You make my life tolerable
23 September. Happy birthday
Most of my anxiety comes from forgetting there is always more. Feel disconnected from a friend you used to feel warmth with? There are more friends to meet. A man leaves you? There are more men to meet in the future who you will feel even more intimacy with. There is never a definite ending with a definite feeling. Life keeps moving forward and forward. Always more to experience.
"I was tired of men. Hanging in doorways, standing too close, their smell of beer or fifteen-year-old whiskey. Men who didn't come to the emergency room with you, men who left on Christmas Eve. Men who slammed the security gates, who made you love them then changed their minds. Forests of boys, their ragged shrubs full of eyes following you, grabbing your breasts, waving their money, eyes already knocking you down, taking what they felt was theirs. It was a play and I knew how it ended, I didn't want to audition for any of the roles. It was no game, no casual thrill. It was three-bullet Russian roulette."
-Janet Fitch, White Oleander
"I wanted to tell her not to entertain despair like this. Despair wasn’t a guest, you didn’t play its favorite music, find it a comfortable chair. Despair was the enemy"
-Janet Fitch, White Oleander
"Always learn poems by heart,” she said. “They have to become the marrow in your bones. Like fluoride in the water, they’ll make your soul impervious to the world’s soft decay."
-Janet Fitch, White Oleander
"Lonekiness is the human condition. Cultivate it."
"Beauty was deceptive. I would rather wear my pain, my ugliness. I was torn and stitched. I was a strip mine, and they would just have to look. I hoped I made them sick. I hoped they saw me in their dreams."
-Janet Fitch, White Oleander
crying over red by taylor swift😍
In the end, time forever favours the young
From Kafka in The Castle
31 December 1917
The end of the year. The end of a love. The ebb of a life. Even the Empire can not last much longer.
01 January 1918
It is strange how we are expected to wake up on a Tuesday morning – just as any Tuesday morning – and be full of hope because it’s the first day of some arbitrarily appointed year. I walk the streets and it is still Prague.
"Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I’ve taken for granted."
— Sylvia Plath
Life has forgotten about me.
It has become a thing that happens to other people while I watch it from the sidelines wring my hands. Sometimes it goes right through me like I am a ghost.
"Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind"
-William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream – Act 1, Scene 1
I used to knock on wood I used to never curse I used to think I could control the universe. I used to feel alone I used to not belong but little did i know i had the power all along. The only thing to fear is never being scared
K. Flay, Dreamers, Every Where is Somewhere
On Wars
"There are perhaps many causes worth dying for, but to me, certainly, there are none worth killing for."
Albert Dietrich, Army Gi, Pacifist Co: The World War II Letters of Frank Dietrich and Albert Dietrich
