Simone de Beauvoir, from Diary of a Philosophy Student: Volume 1, 1926-1927; May 21st, 1927
Text ID: I have no other god but myself.
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Simone de Beauvoir, from Diary of a Philosophy Student: Volume 1, 1926-1927; May 21st, 1927
Text ID: I have no other god but myself.
Anna Akhmatova, The Sentence from Collected Poems, 1939
The Fabulous Baker Boys (1989)
But endurance had always been my virtue and I kept on.
Madeline Miller, Circe (via luthienne)
Agamemnon, translated by Anne Carson
“–but no no no I DON’T WANT TO BE LOVED, I DON’T WANT TO BE FORGIVEN, LET ME REDEFINE GOD INTO SOMETHING I CAN BECOME”
— from TELL ME WHAT COLOR THE SUN REALLY IS // h. yenna kim (via openlylesbian)
by Rainer Maria Rilke
Simone de Beauvoir, from Diary of a Philosophy Student: Volume 1, 1926-1927; September 14th, 1926
Text ID: I do not even know what my face looks like in the mind of those who think of me. For others, what am I?
government sent me a letter calling me a slut
Le Feu Follet (1963) dir. Louis Malle
Q: how do you sleep at night? A: achingly, with nightmares that I greet like an old, bitter friend, that I crave madly;
midnight questions & answers || C.L (via mikltea)
Le procès (The trial), Orson Welles, 1962
“Snow and Dirty Rain”, Richard Siken
“Because my body / wasn’t made for peace: for never / feeling pain.”
— Ashley Mares, from “Apparition,” published in Noble / Gas Qtrly
Walt Whitman, ‘Song of Myself’
Mahmoud Darwish, ‘Mural’
Adonis, ‘Desert’
I am very handsome. Sometimes I look in the mirror and think to myself “I have committed horrible acts”