Priyadarshini~

just barely keeping it together

[neophillims]

"how are you doing?" so there is this loneliness that's so fundamental to my being

[wordedarchive]

It was April and she was the saddest thing under the sun.

Khush Bakht via wordedarchive

[flowerytale]

Louise Glück, from “The Wound”, Poems 1962-2012

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— Adrienne Rich, from “Integrity.”

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— Nikos Kazantzakis, from “Report To Greco.”

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— Georges Bataille, from The Collected Poems: “The Dawn.”

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— Hanif Kureishi, from “The Buddha of Suburbia.”

[strangerindunya403]

All this anger built inside me, where do I put it ?

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— Amanda Helm, from “The Day I Learned That I was Broken.”

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— Rainbow Rowell, from “Fangirl.”

[thewomanwithmissingfingers]

Margaret Atwood, Owl Song, 1974

[priyoo]

Two trees by Joanna Klink

[bluryyyblu]

[weltenwellen]

Hari Alluri, from “Ancestral Memory”, After Kwame Dawes 

[priyoo]

There are many Beths in the world, shy and quiet, sitting in corners till needed, and living for others so cheerfully that no one sees the sacrifices till the little cricket on the hearth stops chirping, and the sweet, sunshiny presence vanishes, leaving silence and shadow behind.

-LITTLE WOMEN by Louisa May Alcott

[priyoo]

"And in the mind of a woman for whom no place is home, the thought of an end to all flight is unbearable."

[from the unbearable lightness of being by Milan Kundera ]

[priyoo]

It was as if his despair had given rise to a sense of invincibility; he felt that everything extraneous and soft had been burned off of him and he was left as an exposed steel core, indestructible and yet pliant, able to withstand anything.

- A little life

Hanya Yanagihara

[priyoo]

Being 21 is terrifying

[spoondrifts]

COMPARISON PHOTOS: hubble vs james webb

SMACS 0723

southern ring nebula

carina nebula (NGC 3324)

stephan's quintet

[deviika]

Jamie Varon

[priyoo]

"Was it simply the hysteria of a man who,aware deep down of his inaptitude for love, felt the self-deluding need to simulate it?"

from THE UNBEARABLE LIGHTNESS OF BEING by Milan Kundera