[mona-l1sa]

[literaryvein]

L. V., excerpts from the epilogue

[thegirlwhocrieswolf]

“‘You disappear so completely into your head sometimes,’ he said. ‘I wish I could follow you.’”

— Cassandra Clare (via brokenpromisesanddbrokenhearts)

[journalofanobody]

“I look at myself but I’m missing. I know myself: it’s not me.”

— Fernando Pessoa; from “O cat playing in the street…” (January 1931), in Fernando Pessoa-Himself, translated by Richard Zenith (via growing-orbits)

[reapering]

unremember me

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

[lunamonchtuna]

— Sylvia Plath, quoting an acquaintance in ‘The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath’

[incilerden]

[mournfulroses]

Rita Dove, from On the bus with Rosa Parks; Poems; "The Venus of Willendorf,"

[04k96]

[4otg]

‏"مفارقة غريبة أن قسوة المرء هي من هشاشة قديمة داخله".

[seacavepuzzle]

The Enchanted City (1922)

[s8i8s]

‏أشعُر أنني دائمًا أبدو مثل كلمة وداعًا.

[luthienne]

Anne de Marcken, from It Lasts Forever and Then It's Over [ID'd]

[strykerlancer-deactivated202405]

— Lord Byron, from “To the Countess of Blessington.”

[lifeinpoetry]

“I can’t exist in a way that comforts you.”

— Claire C. Holland, from “Jess: Black Christmas (1974),” I Am Not Your Final Girl

[eman-gamal]