[petaltexturedskies]

Zadie Smith, NW

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[lux-tenebrae]

Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to Merline, 1919-1922

[mournfulroses]

Lydia Davis, from her book titled "The End of the Story," originally published in 1995

[lazyydaisyyy]

Anne de Marcken, It Lasts Forever and Then It’s Over

[petaltexturedskies]

Mary Oliver, from “The Sun” in Devotions

[toiich]

Sharon Olds, A Week Later

[toiich]

Ran (1985), dir. Akira Kurosawa

[allsadnshit]

"Growing Around Grief"

Lois Tonkin, 1996

[derangedrhythms]

Caitlin Bailey, Solve for Desire; from 'Somewhere a Key' (edited excerpt)

[lamignonette]

[toiich]

Revenge (1989), dir. Yermek Shinarbayev

[oparhelion]

I saw the days of the year stretching ahead like a series of bright, white boxes, and separating one box from another was sleep, like a black shade. Only for me, the long perspective of shades that set off one box from the next had suddenly snapped up, and I could see day after day after day glaring ahead of me like a white, broad, infinitely desolate avenue.

— Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

[takethemonetandletsgogh]

Czesław Miłosz, “Notes”

[wovi]

[toiich]

Chocolat (1988), dir. Claire Denis

[luthienne]

“And now after days muffled in distress, / I must try to speak words when the reality / Is an immense silence, and nothing can be said.”

— May Sarton, from Letters from Maine: New Poems; “Letters from Maine”