banashri

an abode of literary wounds.

[litandlifequotes]

No more shall ye behold such sights of woe, deeds I have suffered and myself have wrought; henceforward quenched in darkness shall ye see those ye should ne'er have seen; now blind to those whom, when I saw, I vainly yearned to know.

Oedipus Rex by Sophocles

[ronandreams]

erin lecount, sweet fruit

[poetic-questions]

—Virginia Woolf, "Mrs. Dalloway"

[talktomeafter12]

When Franz Kafka said, "I ran from love because I knew it would destroy me. " but Fyodor Dostoevsky said, "I ran into love because I needed it to destroy who I used to be. "

[silent-insanities]

My mind is stuck in an endless spiral.

[nixscriptum]

[paper-wounds]

Fortesa Latifi, from The Truth About Grief.

[nixscriptum]

[nixscriptum]

[prophetic-memory]

Mary Oliver, "Flare"

[nixscriptum]

A drag path etched in the surface.

[signedthemoon]

— isa b. april's arrival

[wordx]

“My crime was feeling everything too deeply, my punishment was surviving it.”

— Fyodor Dostoevsky

[mournfulroses]

Yosano Akiko, from a poem featured in River of Stars: The Poetry of Yosano Akiko

[mirethos]

[primulaceas]

Mary Oliver, “Starlings in Winter” Owls and Other Fantasies

[neckkiss]

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004)