“Your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing.”
- Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment
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“Your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing.”
- Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment
Safia Elhillo, from "Summer," Girls That Never Die.
- Beau Taplin
Fortesa Latifi, from The Truth About Grief.
starry decorations
IT IS AUGUST. MY LIFE IS GOING TO CHANGE. I CAN FEEL IT.
pj harding & noah cyrus / eileen myles / listy tamtego lata / gillian flynn / raeganspoetry / poetryatmost / william brewer
"It is August: the true ending of a year. I've grown sick from trying to love who I am."
-Carlie Hoffman, from "High Bridge Park," published in Gulf Stream
― Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea
[text ID: I exist. It is soft, so soft, so slow. And light: it seems as though it suspends in the air. It moves.]
e.e. cummings, “in the rain” (from Tulips), Complete Poems: 1904-1962
[Text ID: “a single star is uttered,and i
think of you”]
Zoë Lianne, "Erasure"
Mary Oliver, "Felicity"
Emily Bronte, "Wuthering Heights"
Katherine Larson, from Radial Symmetry; “Almost a figure”
[Text ID: “Forgive me this old / habit. There is a danger / in making suffering / beautiful.”]
― Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea
[text ID: I am going to outlive myself. Eat, sleep, sleep, eat. Exist slowly, softly, like these trees, like a puddle of water, like the red bench in the streetcar.]
Katherine Larson, from Radial Symmetry; “Gardens in Tunisia”
[Text ID: “There are days that walk through me / and I cannot hold them.”]
this adrienne rich excerpt, always always
"my darling, you will never be unloved by me you are too well tangled in my soul"
— Atticus
- A.R Asher