love cats

[weltenwellen]

Ocean Vuong, from “Skinny Dipping”, Time Is a Mother

[lizlemondyke]

I think this is my favorite poem.

[feral-ballad]

Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; “Concerns from a hot-boxed jeep”

[Text ID: “How do I stop / carrying everything / that had ever / happened to me?”]

[feuillesmortes]

— Joan Didion, Blue Nights (2011)

[ololygas]

[thoughtkick]

“Still, being able to feel pain was good, he thought. It’s when you can’t even feel pain anymore that you’re in real trouble.”

— Haruki Murakami, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage

[thoughtkick]

“I am sad all the time and the sadness is so heavy I can’t get away from it.”

— Nina Lacour

[linkinmoon]

Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

[jiangwanyin]

— vladimir nabokov, in a letter to his wife [24 march 1937] from letters to véra (trans. olga voronina & brian boyd)

[perfectquote]

“But then it passed, as all things do.”

— Khaled Hosseini, And the Mountains Echoed

[luthienne]

I am still ashamed of myself, afraid to let myself go, to let things pour out of me; I am dreadfully inhibited, and that is because I have not yet learned to accept myself as I am.

Etty Hillesum, from a diary entry featured in An Interrupted Life: the Diaries, 1941-1943 and Letters from Westerbork (translated from the Dutch by Arnold J. Pomerans)

[weltenwellen]

Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice‎

[maybuds]

A Good Story

Some days—dishes piled in the sink, books littering the coffee table— are harder than others. Today, my head is packed with cockroaches,

dizziness and everywhere it hurts. Venom in the jaw, behind the eyes, between the blades. Still, the dog is snoring on my right, the cat, on my left.

Outside, all those redbuds are just getting good. I tell a friend, The body is so body. And she nods. I used to like the darkest stories, the bleak

snippets someone would toss out about just how bad it could get. My stepfather told me a story about when he lived on the streets as a kid,

how he’d, some nights, sleep under the grill at a fast food restaurant until both he and his buddy got fired. I used to like that story for some reason,

something in me that believed in overcoming. But right now all I want is a story about human kindness, the way once when I couldn’t stop

crying because I was fifteen and heartbroken, he came in and made me eat a small pizza he’d cut up into tiny bits until the tears stopped.

Maybe I was just hungry, I said. And he nodded, holding out the last piece.

Ada Limón

[lolfactory]

[damnhebig]

When you trying your best but nothing is going right

[primulaceas]

Gabriela Mistral, from a letter to Doris Dana c. May 1949, translated by Velma García-Gorena

[made-with-spoken-ly-blog]

There are far better things ahead than any we leave behind. - C.S. Lewis | Danielle made this with Spoken.ly

[jaywave]

Being in love is a good thing, but it is not the best thing. There are many things below it, but there are also things above it. You cannot make it the basis of a whole life. It is a noble feeling, but it is still a feeling.

C.S. Lewis | Mere Christianity (via jaywave)