[mournfulroses]

Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959

[kosmogrl]

just because you’re not where you want to be yet doesn’t mean you haven’t come far

[lexxnova]

Don’t forget to imagine the best case scenario too

[weltenwellen]

My Summer of Crisis Trisha Low

[weltenwellen]

For You Kim Addonizio

[weltenwellen]

Joy Sullivan, from “These Days People Are Really Selling Me On California”, Instructions for Traveling West

[weltenwellen]

Tracy K. Smith, from “Don’t You Wonder, Sometimes?”, Life on Mars

[exhaled-spirals]

— Will Rees, “Kafka the hypochondriac”

[mournfulroses]

Franz Kafka, from a letter to Felice Bauer written in 1913, featured in Letters To Felice

[bookmatter]

The Book of Disquiet, Fernando Pessoa

[sentimentalbeing2001]

[petaltexturedskies]

I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the rivers flow in the right direction, will the earth turn as it was taught, and if not how shall I correct it? Was I right, was I wrong, will I be forgiven, can I do better? Will I ever be able to sing, even the sparrows can do it and I am, well, hopeless. Is my eyesight fading or am I just imagining it, am I going to get rheumatism, lockjaw, dementia? Finally I saw that worrying had come to nothing. And gave it up. And took my old body and went out into the morning, and sang.

Mary Oliver, “I worried”

[sentimentalbeing2001]

I Worried, Mary Oliver

[extractandrecite]

— Arturo Pérez-Reverte, What We Become

[mournfulroses]

Salma Deera, from a poem titled "War and Words," featured in Letters from Medea: Poems

[literaturewoman]

[metamorphesque]

Tired, Langston Hughes

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Rudy Francisco