Gone.

23 || 🇲🇽 || Escritora: Cartas a Manuel, Saudade y Diarios Ajenos || Semi-hiatus due to self care process (you should try it too).

[moved-again]

Debí haber hecho algo muy bueno para tenerte y algo muy malo para que te fueras, pero cualquier día cambiaría todas mis monedas por volverte a ver.

🌹 Cartas a Manuel, Effie Vega 🌹

[noviembre-18]

[thegodofhellfire]

[saintsebastiensbf]

Olena Kalytiak Davis, Shattered Sonnets, Love Cards, and Other Off and Back Handed Importunities

Sharon Olds, True Love

Stephen Crane, In The Desert

Cameron Awkward-Rich, Meditations in an Emergency

ANTIGONE: The fields were wet. They were waiting for something to happen. The whole world was breathless, waiting. I can’t tell you what a roaring noise I seemed to make alone on the road. It bothered me that whatever was waiting, wasn’t waiting for me.

Jean Anouilh, Antigone

Etel Adnan, The Spring Flowers Own & The Manifestations of the Voyage

I’m trying to give you everything I have. But I can’t find it; I can’t find it yet.

Alice Notley, In The Pines

Anne Carson, Plainwater: Essays and Poetry

& if I were to forgive you (& I know I could)

who would be left

who would be left

to forgive me?

Hieu Minh Nguyen, Afterwards

Mahmoud Darwish, Mural

Fariha Róisín, How to Cure a Ghost

“You kiss the back of my legs and I want to cry. Only / the sun has come this close, only the sun.”

Shauna Barbosa, GPS

Mahmoud Darwish, Mural

Forough Farrokhzad, Another Birth

repetition in poetry // part i

[anes-tesia]

Historias con dibujos feos.

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[relatablepoetryandquotes]

“There are no choices without personal freedom, Buckeroo. It’s not us who are dead inside. These things you find so weak and contemptible in us — these are just the hazards of being free.” - David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest

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[weusedtobegiants]

I thought I had died and that death meant repeating a name forever.

Alejandra Pizarnik, from Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962- 1972

[recaption]

[musefor2]

strangers being kind to you is one of the best things ever because you know that they gain nothing from it and they probably will never see you again but they just choose to be kind

[quotessentially]

From Haruki Murakami’s 1Q84

[noelbadgespugh]

[sylviaplathquotes]

“I have stitched life into me like a rare organ.” - Sylvia Plath

[sylviaplathquotes]

“Yes, my consuming desire is to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, barroom regulars—to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording—all this is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always supposedly in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yes, God, I want to talk to everybody as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night…”

— Sylvia Plath

[sylviaplathquotes]

“I hated men because they didn’t stay around and love me like a father: I could prick holes in them & show they were no father-material. I made them propose and then showed them they hadn’t a chance. I hated men because they didn’t have to suffer like a woman did. They could die or go to Spain. They could have fun while a woman had birth pangs. They could gamble while a woman skimped on the butter on the bread. Men, nasty lousy men.” - Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

[ya-no-la-quiero]

Historia de un matrimonio (Marriage Story) / Noah Baumbach / 2019