[metamorphesque]

A Grief Observed, C.S. Lewis

[petaltexturedskies]

One day you’ll have whatever it is you’re now so confusedly seeking. That kind of calm that comes from knowing oneself and others. But you can’t rush the arrival of that state of mind. There are things you only learn when no one teaches them. And that’s how it is with life. There’s even more beauty in discovering it for yourself, in spite of the suffering.

Clarice Lispector, from “Gertrudes asks for advice” in The Complete Stories

[lunamonchtuna]

— Ocean Vuong, from On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous (via lunamonchtuna)

[antigonick]

“There is love in me the likes of which you’ve never seen. There is rage in me the likes of which should never escape.”

— Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

[salemwitchtrials-deactivated202]

[ID: an excerpt from ‘Poem for a Birthday: Who,’ a poem by Sylvia Plath 

“Eaten or rotten. I am all mouth.”]

[petaltexturedskies]

Robert Frost, in a letter to a letter to Louis Untermeyer, dated 1 January 1916, from The Letters of Robert Frost to Louis Untermeyer

[metamorphesque]

The Fellowship of the Ring, J.R.R. Tolkien

[tamsoj]

Yes, all my life I have gone in terror of festered wounds, I who never festered, I was so acid.

Samuel Beckett, Molloy

[januaryhoney]

Late Spring, Mary Oliver

[flowerytale]

May Sarton, from Journal of a Solitude

[Text ID: Keep busy with survival. Imitate the trees. Learn to lose in order to recover, and remember that nothing stays the same for long, not even pain, psychic pain. Sit it out. Let it all pass.

Let it go.]

[sleepinnyc]

House By The Sea by May Sarton

[havingapoemwithyou]

THE WAKENING by Victoria Chang

[philosophybits]

“It takes time to live. Like any work of art, life needs to be thought about.”

— Albert Camus, A Happy Death

[weltenwellen]

Danez Smith, “little prayer”

[havingapoemwithyou]

Poem by Denis Johnson

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

That is what is needed. A wanted sign for those who need love. Tenderness appears, the red runs through the ivy on the wall, something burning to warm you rather than to destroy you.

— Cynthia Arrieu-King, from “Love and Dreams,” The American Poetry Review (vol. 52, no. 4, July/August 2023)

[weltenwellen]

Mahmoud Darwish, from “Mural”, Mural

[typodescript]

[text ID: I haven't said goodbye to the ruins yet end ID]