But what is so headstrong as youth?

an archive of words that reached me

[noteworthynotions]

“It’s been very rare to have known you, very strange and wonderful.”

F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned

[noteworthynotions]

“I wish as well as every body else to be perfectly happy; but, like every body else it must be in my own way.”

Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility

[galedekarios]

“It was a long time ago. It doesn’t matter anymore. And yet I cannot let it go. I cannot let it go.”

— Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Ruth Tiffanny Beuscher written c. July 1962 (via violentwavesofemotion)

[stuffedgrapeleaves]

postcards say IM HERE. IM HERE AND I LOVE YOU. IN THIS SPACE AND TIME AND WHEREVER AND WHENEVER YOU ARE. THERE IS A SPACE BETWEEN THOSE SPACES THAT CONNECTS US AND ITS FULL OF LOVE. I’LL MEET YOU THERE.

[stuffedgrapeleaves]

same energy

[mournfulroses]

Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Ann Dvidow-Goodman written c. 1950, featured in The Collected Letters

[thenevernovel]

She asked me if I was happy the other day. I said I think so. Then she asked what it felt like. I couldn't really say. It's easier to describe the feeling when you're sad because it's a heavy thing in your pockets. But happy is just the walk home. You don't even notice it.

Excerpt from a novel I will never write

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[wordsthat-speak]

“Please just move the hell on. I don’t want to have to be the one who mourns everything when everyone else has clearly forgotten. It’s mortifying. It’s mortifying to be the one who remembers.”

— The Stupid Things We Hold Onto (Ryan O'Connell)

[larmoyante]

“I am a lover without a lover. I am lovely and lonely and I belong deeply to myself.”

— Warsan Shire

[classichorrorblog]

Misery (1990)

[lifeinpoetry]

“i am crowded by your absence.”

— Mallory Pearson, from “The Heaviest Rain We Ever Had,” published in Kingdoms in the Wild

[lunamonchtuna]

— Unknown (via lunamonchtuna)

[kimberleypearce]

“Somewhere on the other side of this wide night / and the distance between us, I am thinking of you.”

— Carol Ann Duffy, excerpt of Words, Wide Night (via henrydear)

[noteworthynotions]

"A longing carressed him, and it was so sharp that he wanted to cry to get it out of his breast."

John Steinbeck, The Red Pony

[noteworthynotions]

"The artist prays by creating."

Flannery O'Connor, The Enduring Chill

[noteworthynotions]

— Mahmoud Darwish (commonly attributed to)

[mournfulroses]

Alfred de Musset, from a poem titled "The Muse," featured in The Penguin Book of French Poetry: 1820-1950

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Joseph Brodsky, Hope Against Hope: A Memoir