Forget Everything. Open The Windows. Clear The Room. The Wind Blows Through It. You See Only Its Emptiness,

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

Text ID: I myself keep my emptiness inside of me, and this certainty that I am alone, that nothing can satisfy me, that my happiness will have to be willed so strongly, so severely that it will be more of a fatigue than a peace.

May Sarton, Journal of a Solitude

have u guys seen the actual unedited bunker pictures

sorry for the alyosha posting it will happen again

Thinking about how when I started The Brothers Karamazov and had only read the first couple chapters so I wasn’t in deep enough yet I was like “ok, finally a Dostoevsky book I can be pretty normal about!” And here we are now. It’s pretty much my entire personality and I’m so obnoxious about it

La Chimera (2023)

Clarice Lispector, An Apprenticeship or the Book of Pleasures