ELEMENTAL

a storm in the making.

[mournfulroses]

Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, from "The Complete Novels of Mary Shelly,"

[theoptia]

Simone de Beauvoir, from Diary of a Philosophy Student: Volume 1, 1926-27

Text ID: I myself keep my emptiness inside of me, and this certainty that I am alone, that nothing can satisfy me, that my happiness will have to be willed so strongly, so severely that it will be more of a fatigue than a peace.

[theoptia]

Simone de Beauvoir, from Diary of a Philosophy Student: Volume 1, 1926-27

Text ID: my solitude is an intoxication: I am, I'm in control, I love myself, and I scorn everything else.

[stlowens]

Anne Carson, from Autobiography of Red

[apocryphics]

Kelley Beeson

[weltenwellen]

Andrea Gibson, Lord of the Butterflies

[weltenwellen]

Lori Gottlieb, Maybe You Should Talk to Someone: A Therapist, Her Therapist, and Our Lives Revealed

[landsccape]

[metamorphesque]

"A Letter That Will Never Reach You", Hovhannes Grigoryan (translated by metamorphesque)

[feral-ballad]

Margaret Atwood, from The Door: Poems; “Europe on 5$ a day”

[Text ID: “I’ve cut myself off. / I can feel the place / where I used to be attached. / It’s raw, as when you grate / your finger. It’s a shredded mess / of images. It hurts.”]

[weltenwellen]

Rainer Maria Rilke, The Dark Interval: Letters on Loss, Grief, and Transformation

[julykings]

maybe if i keep everything sealed and precious it will stay unchanging

[funstealer]

“Healing Grotto” by Cindy Baedman

[ahotknife]

noah ross / jennifer gennari / roadkill - searows / st. bernard - lincoln / thegirlhoodtheory / richard siken

[raffaella342utopie]

Yizheng Ke

[intopermanence]

“I fear you have a door I cannot see and that any minute now the door will open and you’ll be gone. Then what? Then what as I bang the walls like the Inquisition searching for a saint?”

— Jeanette Winterson, from “Written on the Body”

[intopermanence]

“I’m fully aware of her: through this young person I scream my horror of life. Of this life I love so much.”

— Clarice Lispector, trans. by Benjamin Moser, from “The Hour of the Star”