[mournfulroses]

Marcel Proust, from a story featured in "The Complete Short Stories of Marcel Proust," originally published in 2001

[gouged-doll]

beth cavener, humiliation by design, 2009

[mothprincess]

Ada Limón, The Quiet Machine

[theoptia]

Simone de Beauvoir, from Diary of a Philosophy Student: Volume 1, 1926-27

Text ID: I observe how much I have matured since last year despite my belief that I was losing myself, how something strong was born from the painful experiences survived and from the numerous minutes that I believed were wasted.

[playwrongs]

Painting by Isaac Fuller (c. 1620-1672), sold at Christie’s in 2021 under the title “Portrait of a gentleman, bust-length, with a further portrait beneath”.

[likeagrapefruit]

mary oliver already said everything

[havingapoemwithyou]

Rothko / On Fear by Ollie Cowley

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“I needed to be reminded of mysterious and sacred things,”

— Albert Camus, from his preface to Jean Grenier’s “Les Iles,” c. 1959

[nostalgicine]

Félix Thiollier (Emma Thiollier, daughter of the photographer) 1895-1905

[amnesiaguy]

The Long and Short of It, Richard Siken

[glowpart2]

Did you guys know that this isn’t your grave and you can get out of this hole? I just found out

[fuzzbby]

Arturo Kameya.

[pollen]

Kim Addonizio, from "Onset"

[allsadnshit]

Keeping an alive tumblr in 2026 is proof of one's sincerity and authenticity - a type of person who enjoys posting for the sake of it with absolutely nothing to be gained....just the enjoyment of curation and self expression untainted by opportunity and relevance

[last-picture-show]

Dorothea Lange, Tractored Out, Childress County, Texas, 1938

[allloversbetray]

“There are no new ideas. There are only new ways of making them felt, of examining what our ideas really mean (feel like) on Sunday morning at 7 AM, after brunch, during wild love, making war, giving birth; while we suffer the old longings, battle the old warnings and fears of being silent and impotent and alone, while tasting our new possibilities and strengths.”

— From Poetry Is Not a Luxury (1985)  by Audre Lorde

[havingapoemwithyou]

Worm Moon by Mary Oliver