[deadpoetsmusings]

Frank O’Hara, Lunch Poems

[weltenwellen]

Jenny Slate, Little Weirds

[weltenwellen]

Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke on Love and Other Difficulties

[weltenwellen]

Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra

[soracities]

Paul Eluard, “The Nakedness of Truth (I know it well)”, Selected Poems (trans. Gilbert Bowen)

[Text ID: “Despair has no wings, Nor has love, No countenance: They do not speak. I do not stir, I do not behold them, I do not speak to them, But I am as real as my love and my despair.”]

[thetableintheback]

love, mundanity, and the little things

mitski/casper grey (@/greylunar)/linda gregg/frank/wendy cope/frank o'hara/peter pereira/anthony bourdain/@/achlles/sue zhao

[antigonick]

“The wind blew. Nights I could see shadows of the pines, the moon was that bright. Every hour or so, my friend turned to wave at me, or I believed she did, though the dark obscured her. Still her presence sustained me: some of you will know what I mean.”

— Louise Glück, excerpt of “Winter Journey”, in Winter Recipes from the Collective

[serratedpens]

Michael Frazier, “Irrational Fear of Home”

[kafk-a]

[nymph-light]

"One should never look at what one loves too early in the morning — the things we love are too fragile so early in the day, as fragile as the thread a spider is spinning at the edge of a wood."

— Violette Leduc, The Lady and the Little Fox Fur

[faggotcitosis]

[I contemplated her, I was remembering her in this present, I had her beside me from last moment to last monent. When you are in love you are always on a railway plataform.]

Violette Leduc, Thérèse et Isabelle

[exhaled-spirals]

The older I get, the less guilty I feel for having loved people who did not love me.

— Violette Leduc, La Folie en tête

[godsopenwound]

“I’ve hoarded your name in my mouth for months. My throat is a beehive pitched in the river. Look! Look how long this love can hold its breath.”

Tennessee Williams, from The Vine // Gulzar // Joy Ladin, from Forgetting // Andrés Neuman, from Delivery // Violette Leduc, from Thérèse and Isabelle, tr. by Sophie Lewis // Pablo Neruda, from Ode to an Apple // Richard Siken, from Saying Your Names // Carol Ann Duffy, from Name // Richard Siken, from Saying Your Names

[jiangwanyin]

— vladimir nabokov, in a letter to his wife [24 march 1937] from letters to véra (trans. olga voronina & brian boyd)

[the-shooting-star]

Florence Welch, Useless Magic:Lyrics and Poetry

[nostalgiafornothing]

[weltenwellen]

Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena