We Only Tell The Truth Here

I'm not apologizing anymore

[old-school-romantics]

Zinaida Gippius

[the-return-of-yagamimi]

bark

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[hibi-flower]

sources: unknown // unknown // maplepecanpastry on tumblr // ashmanathletics on tiktok // i saw the tv glow (2024) // pray for me by kendrick lamar // unknown // what are you waiting for? by derald cannon jr. // unknown // unknown // drunk drivers/killer whales by car seat headrest // polekingrasputin on instagram

on waiting / on saving yourself

[ihaveanaxe]

@hopepunk-humanity

[assortedsuggestions]

Pain is an inevitable feature of life, it is natural. Our resistance to it, however, only gives it strength. Willingly take its hand and it’ll lose any power it had.

[soracities]

Sometimes I tell myself: your fate is unique; consider all others fortunate—no other has ever been so tormented. Then I read a poet of past times, and it is as if I were looking into my own heart.

Goethe, The Sorrows of Young Werther (trans. Bayard Quincy Morgan)

[stray-suggestions]

they cannot destroy you. what they have done will always be a part of you, but it cannot take your life. you will make them feel like fools for ever doubting you.

[redhandedsuggestions]

there’s blood all over your hands. dripping down your face. you can taste the iron of it on your tongue; salty, sweet, and oh so warm.

why are you getting so used to this?

[dionysian-mystery]

Friedrich Nietzsche

[virgin-martyr]

Anger is better. There is a sense of being in anger. A reality and presence. An awareness of worth. It is a lovely surging.

Toni Morrison, excerpt from The Bluest Eye

[daweyt]

Constantine P. Cavafy, from “Modern Greek Poetry; ‘The Bandaged Shoulder’”, tr. Kimon Friar.

[daweyt]

Alfred, Lord Tennyson, from “The Charge of the Light Brigade,” published c. 1854.

[daweyt]

“I don’t want your love unless you know I am repulsive, and love me even as you know it.”

Georges Bataille, from “My Mother,” tr. Austryn Wainhouse.

[daweyt]

“The desire burning in me was without conceivable limit, it was monstrous...”

Georges Bataille, from “My Mother,” tr. Austryn Wainhouse.

[9mph]

Sun Yuan & Peng Yu: Can't Help Myself (2016)

[laterkiss]

[mournfulroses]

Simone de Beauvoir, from a diary entry featured in Diary of a Philosophy Student

[screenshotsofdespair]