These Years of Magical Thinking

"And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt." -Sylvia Plath

[weltenwellen]

Adrienne Rich, from “Origins and History of Consciousness”, The Dream of a Common Language

[weltenwellen]

Clarice Lispector, tr. by Elizabeth Lowe, Água Viva

[flowerytale]

Gillian Flynn ― Sharp Objects

[mournfulroses]

*in the mood to join virginia woolf in HER mood to dissolve in the sky*

[iamktb206-deactivated20250619]

“Things I Do When I Cannot Hold You” by Clementine Von Radics, from Mouthful of Forevers.

[louisegluck]

George Seferis, tr. by Edmund Keeley & Philip Sherrard from, “In the Kyrenia District.” [ID in alt text]

[yearsofmagicalthinking]

I’ve missed my little corner of the internet. I’m glad to be back <3

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

Ever wonder if the first love had not been the first love could it have been a last love?

Greg Sellers, journal entry, “Notes from Neruda’s Ghost,” 29 May 2018 (via memoryslandscape)

[laurens-german]

I’ll go. And I’ll stay— and we’ll be okay.

[bookmania]

One heart is not connected to another through harmony alone. They are, instead, linked deeply through their wounds.

Haruki Murakami, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage (via bookmania)

[derangedrhythms]

“I was full of letters I hadn’t sent you,”

— Anne Sexton, All My Pretty Ones; from ‘Flight’

[megairea]

I love or I don’t — despair comes easily to me: Though I may never be yours, Nonetheless there’s such tenderness at times In your eyes, as though I am loved.

Dmitry Merezhkovsky, from She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not; 20th Century Russian Poetry (ed. by Yevgeny Yevtushenko)

[soracities]

Walt Whitman, “Song of Myself”, Complete Poems

[Text ID: “(What is less or more than a touch?)”]

[luthienne]

Olga Broumas, Beginning with O; “Four Beginnings”

[megairea]

“Let us go upward together, you and I — as if up to the great star, each leaning on the other, each resting in the other.”

— Rainer Maria Rilke, from a letter to Lou Andreas-Salomé, 6 July 1898 (tr. by Edward Snow & Michael Winkler)

[stavroginas]

Gregory Orr, “Ode to Some Lyric Poets” The Last Love Poem I Will Ever Write

[nomorechoirs]

“Grief that is grief and worthy/Of that word.” 

— “Sonnet In Answer To A Question”, Edna St. Vincent Millay

“I got up finally, with a grief worthy of you, and went home.” 

— “Three Poems for James Wright”, Mary Oliver

🤝