Misery Loves its Company...

Laura, 30 "I am what I am”

[textolvidado]

[reddrudde]

aprendan a no forzar nada, si las cosas se dan es por algo y si no se dan también

[funeral]

Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment

[gaycommunist]

home is the first wound

[simena]

Francesco Furini (detail)

[kelgrid]

🌺

[weltenwellen]

Maria Mazziotti Gillan, from “Ghost Voices”

[body5000]

It’s true I have been obsessively ruminating about how to improve with nothing to show for it

[denalisecho]

@sunnibits

[weltenwellen]

Natalie Díaz, from "American Arithmetic", Postcolonial Love Poem

[typewriter-worries]

[ Text ID: I am doing my best to not become a museum / of myself. I am doing my best to breathe in and out. ]

[voirlvmer]

“But grief compels me, maybe even more than sleep. I am waiting for something to last. I know nothing will.”

— Sanna Wani, “Who is the Sun, Asking for Sleep?”, My Grief, the Sun

[macrolit]

“Beginnings are sudden, but also insidious. They creep up on you sideways, they keep to the shadows, they lurk unrecognized. Then, later, they spring.”

— The Blind Assassin, Margaret Atwood (b. 18 November 1939)

[devilsskettle]

You must be the loneliest girl I’ve ever seen. 

Saint Maud (2019) / Edward Hopper 

[edmundo-diaz]

[yesseptember]

Jungho Lee

[foreverfluidfantasy]

[tulipsofthemorning]