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I felt like I was sort of disappearing. It was that kind of a crazy afternoon, terrifically cold, and no sun out or anything, and you felt like you were disappearing every time you crossed a road.
Holden Caulfield, from The Catcher in the Rye (July 16, 1951) by J. D. Salinger
“The mark of the immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause, while the mark of the mature man is that he wants to live humbly for one.”
― Wilhelm Stekel. Quoted J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye [1952]
“Don’t ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.”
— J.D. Salinger, from The Catcher In The Rye
— Sunrise, by Louise Glück
Ocean Vuong, from Time is a Mother; “Nothing”
Ocean Vuong, from Time is a Mother; “Not Even”
mary shelley’s frankenstein | it chapter two (2019) | thanksgiving 2006 by ocean vuong | stand by me (1986) | seven by taylor swift | the goldfinch (2019) | poem by langston hughes
Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House
I did a thing!
Which bitch from this gothic classic fits your personality the best?
Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous
hi here's a booklist of contemporary poetry (ZLibrary, epubs + PDFs, free to download). already more than 100 books, but plan to add more as they become available + as i read them <3 enjoy!
i was sixteen for twenty years
Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; “Eat”
[Text ID: “I am trying to stop doing / things that don’t make any sense. Body, / forgive me. I am trying. I am trying. I am still trying.]
"I did not like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. I did not like to be touched because I craved it too much. I wanted to be held very tight so I would not break."
-Marya Hornbacher, Wasted
Pink, Sylvie Baumgartel
Warsan Shire, from “To Swim with God”, Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head
Natalie Díaz, from "American Arithmetic", Postcolonial Love Poem
