[philosophybits]

“People seem not to see that their opinion of the world is also a confession of character.”

— Ralph Waldo Emerson, The Conduct of Life

[bookpillows]

Every time [woman] behaves like a human being, she is declared to be identifying with the male.

Simone de Beauvoir, The Second Sex

[weltenwellen]

I had this feeling suddenly. I get this feeling a lot, but I don’t know if there’s one word for it. It’s not nervous or sad or even lonely. It’s all of that, and then a bit more. The feeling is I don’t belong here. I don’t know how I got here, and I don’t know how long I can stay before everyone else realizes that I am an impostor. I am a fraud. I’ve gotten this feeling nearly everywhere I have ever been in my life. There’s nothing you can do about it except drink some water and hope that it subsides. Or you can leave.

I’m lonely. What kind of loneliness? Every kind. I feel disconnected. Abandoned. As always. Repetition. So what, my love? So what? At first, I just wanted to run away. Now I have no where else to run to, nothing to run from. I don’t belong anywhere, I don’t want to go anywhere, I just want to be happy.

(1) Czeslaw Milosz, New and Collected Poems: 1931-2001 (2) Leila Sales, This Song Will Save Your Life (3) Daniela Fischerová, Fingers Pointing Somewhere Else (4) Wisława Szymborska, tr. by Clare Cavanagh and Stanisław Barańczak, from “The Railroad Station”, Map: Collected and Last Poems (5) Daul Kim (6) Sarah Kay, from “The Paradox”, No Matter the Wreckage

[feral-ballad]

Kate Baer, from And Yet: Poems; “40”

[Text ID: “because sometimes it is easier to / write yourself out of the play / than to face another breakfast.”]

[theoptia]

Simone de Beauvoir, from Letters to Sartre; September 7th, 1939

Text ID: I'm not thinking about the day when I'll see you again, […] I don’t need to see you — I'm not separated from you, I'm still in the same world as you. […] I love you. You haven’t left me

[sicknessinmotion]

YOUR DAD NEVER STOPPED LOVING YOU, HE STOPPED SHOWING IT; ON FATHERS

simone de beauvoir // hera lindsay bird // jayn // eula biss // unknown // desireé dallagiacomo // mary ruefle

[flowerytale]

James Baldwin, from If Beale Street Could Talk Florence and the Machine, from Various Storms & Saints Simone de Beauvoir, from a letter to Jean-Paul Sartre Fernando Pessoa, from The Book of Disquiet

Heart imagery by Andrea Zanatelli Eye with Tear (oil paint and resin tear on canvas) by Nancy Fouts Douleur d'amour (detail) by William-Adolphe Bouguereau

[oresti-s]

Erotism: Death and Sensuality, Georges Bataille.

[oresti-s]

Steppenwolf, Hermann Hesse.

[thepowerwithin]

The answers you seek never come when the mind is busy, they come when the mind is still.

Dr. Nicole Addison

[rawhoneybliss]

You literally cannot even fathom the level of abundance you're about to experience. Be thankful for it now, and appreciate it when it comes. And remember, you are worthy of all the success coming to you. This is your sign.

[soracities]

Cameron Awkward-Rich, from "Another Middle-Class Black Kid Tries to Name It" [transcript in ALT]

[ethelcainlovebot]

- Shirley Jackson, We Have Always Lived in the Castle

[philosophybits]

“I exist, that is all, and I find it nauseating.”

— Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea

[eveschild]

I wish some people could just un-know me. Like I don’t want to be known by you at all anymore.

[thehopefulquotes]

“Sometimes you tell someone to never call you again and then the phone rings and you hope it’s them. It’s the most twisted logic of all time.”

— John Mayer

[firstfullmoon]

when susan sontag wrote “I must change my life so that I can live it, not wait for it”