[a-quiet-green-agreement]

See, heart? Do you see? Can you learn?

— Elif Batuman, The Idiot

[theartofbeingblack]

Marjane Satrapi, cartoonist and film director, best known for Persepolis

22 November 1969 - 4 June 2026

[finita--la--commedia]

“And lay your solitude beside my own.”

— W. H. Auden, from “In Sickness and in Health” in: Selected Poems - Wystan Hugh Auden.

[luthienne]

“The unknownness of my needs frightens me. I do not know how huge they are, or how high they are, I only know that they are not being met.”

— Jeanette Winterson, Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit

[theoptia]

“An estatic, devouring hunger—for more life.”

— Anaïs Nin, from Tropic of Cancer; “Preface”

[we-d-i-e-alone]

[inkpressedpetals]

[lifeinpoetry]

“is the blood on your hands dry? Is it slowly disappearing? Mine isn’t.”

— Ashley Mares, from “Psalm of Scattered Ashes,” published in Luna Luna

[your-lovers-and-drifters]

Double Indemnity, 1944

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“I go scarcely anywhere. Everything seems tiresome.”

— Fyodor Dostoevsky, from a letter to Maria Issayev written c. June 1855

[petaltexturedskies]

Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait in Letters

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[violentwavesofemotion]

“I am too tired and too tiring.”

— Marcel Proust, from a letter to Jean Gustave Tronche c. June 1919 (via violentwavesofemotion)

[metamorphesque]

— Breakfast at Tiffany's, Truman Capote

[text ID: June, July, all through the warm months she hibernated like a winter animal who did not know spring had come and gone.]

[omar--hatem]

[violentwavesofemotion]

“One learns so much by keeping quiet and listening.”

— Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Aurelia Plath written c. June 1952 (via violentwavesofemotion)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“The combination of that brilliant brain and fragile body is very loveable. She has a sweet and childlike nature, from which her intellect is completely separate. I have never known anyone who was so profoundly sensitive, and who makes less of a business of that sensitiveness.”

Vita Sackville-West, describing Virginia Woolf, from a letter c. August 1928