Seph ༄

she/her ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── 𝐂𝐑: Nonviolent Communication ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── 19 • 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐩

[poetrybranded]

I am not sure where I am supposed to be right now, nor do I have a single clue of where I ought to be in the near future. But, I am here. I am alive and that has to be enough for today.

- Seph; poetrybranded

[notfavghost]

I don’t want to be your first. I want to be your last. The one who learns every version of you. The one who waits out every storm. The one who gets to grow old watching you smile at something soft.

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Albert Camus, The Misunderstanding

[gennsoup]

we are all the sum of what has been and the memory of what shall follow

Phil Kawana, Songs for my children

[weltenwellen]

Jonice Webb, Running on Empty: Overcome Your Childhood Emotional Neglect

[feral-ballad]

Bianca Stone, from What Is Otherwise Infinite: Poems; “Cutting Odette’s Fingernails”

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

{On November 1 by Franz kafka from the dairies of Franz Kafka 1910-1923}

[poetryofmuses]

November is a long breath. It's a transition between autumn and winter. The days are shorter and nights are gloomy. November is merely a formality, a procedure before December and new year. It's a month never longed for, nor loved. A month when over, is forgotten. November is when hearts are broken.

[shisasan]

𝙽𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟸, 𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟷 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹

[ID: November 2. Vague hope, vague confidence. END ID]

[dailykafka]

- October 6, 1915

- The diaries of Franz Kafka, 1914-1923

[ID: October 6. Various types of nervousness. I think noises can no longer disturb me, though to be sure I am not doing any work now. Of course, the deeper one digs one's pit, the quieter it becomes, the less fearful one becomes, the quieter it becores. End ID]

[oracle-fae-deactivated20260720]

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[tulipsofthemorning]

[flowerytale]

Virginia Woolf, from A Room of One’s Own

[flowerytale]

Charlotte Brontë, from “Jane Eyre”

[old-school-romantics]

-Angela Carter

[dailykafka]

- October 3, 1911

- The diaries of Franz Kafka, 1910-1913

[ID: October 3. The same sort of night, but fell asleep with even more difficulty. While falling asleep a vertically moving pain in my head over the bridge of the nose, as though from a wrinkle too sharply pressed into my forehead. End ID]

[shisasan]

𝙾𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟹, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟷 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟶 -𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟹

[ID: Again it was the power of my dreams, shining forth into wakefulness even before I fall asleep, which did not let me sleep. In the evening and the morning my consciousness of the creative abilities in me is more than I can encompass. I feel shaken to the core of my being and can get out of myself whatever I desire. END ID]

[poetrybranded]

the fact that this resonates so deeply with me on the same day as it was written 112 years ago. i love literature sm 🫶🏼 happy october everyone! :)