Virginia

she/her • translation student • 24

[mournfulroses]

Salma Deera, from a poem titled "a girl makes a decision: part 2," featured in Letters from Medea: Poems

[devotedlyluckyarbiter]

Maybe we're nothing but a vivid, worn out fragment in memories of ourselves and everyone around us and in ourselves we always find solace with these vivid memories

[weltenwellen]

Devin Kelly, "In the City, Mourning the Whole City, We Cannot Sleep for Shit"

[thoughtkick]

“Everything we hear is an opinion, not a fact. Everything we see is a perspective, not the truth.”

— Marcus Aurelius

[intothedreamverse]

White Nights, Fyodor Dostoevsky

[kafk-a]

Nancy Willard, from “Questions My Son Asked Me, Answers I Never Gave Him”

[mournfulroses]

Rosa Chacel, from a diary entry featured in Diario, originally published in 1993

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Jay Vespertine (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Nayyirah Waheed

[webweabings]

EYES TALK

“In the Storm of Roses: Selected Poems ch. "Songs form an Island"”, Ingeborg Bachmann. tr by Mark Anderson; // “The Master and Margarita”, by Mikhail Bulgakov; // “The Black Art”, by Anne Sexton; // Santosh Kalwar; // “Jane Eyre”, by Charlotte Brontë; // Quote by @dumblr ; // “The Galloping Hour: French Poems. ch "I check for you in the wind"”, by Alejandra Pizarnik. tr by Patricio Ferrari and Forrest Gander; // Stephen F. Campbell; // Walt Whitman; // “The Boat in the Evening”, by Tarjei Vesaas; // “We”, by Yevgeny Zamyatin. tr Natasha Randall; // Letter to Anne Clarke, by Anne Sexton, July 3 1964; // “Memory in my Hands: The Love of Pedro Salinas. ch "The voice I owe to you"”, by Pedro Salina. tr by Ruth Katz Crispin

[daily-spooky]

[catchymemes]

[daily-spooky]

[what-iz-life]

Stop chasing people and forcing connections. No one is too busy for the person they love. No message is a message, no response is a response. Their lack of effort is their lack of interest in you. Their lack of response is your lack of importance to them. Let them go and move on.

[moonlight-dove]

You are the Sun to my Earth. The tiniest of warmth will breathe me to life whilst the scorching heat of your anger will leave me a barren husk of a being. Too much of you will cause me a never-ending pain, and too little of you will turn me into an icy shell that no one would dare come near. You are my saviour and my capture. My healing and my undoing. But I will never leave you, for I know I am bound to you by a force that even Heaven could not break.

~ Serina N.

[moonlight-dove]

Franz Kafka, Letters To Melina

[moonlight-dove]

“Before you die, experience the love of a writer, poet, or painter. If you're lucky enough to be an artist's muse, they will immortalise you.”

~ Soledad Francis