I Don’t Mean To Interrupt People I Just Randomly Remember Things And Get Really Excited I’m Sorry

there's something about Dostoyevsky characters suddenly bursting into tears that just hits different

It's a pale, silent day: I would like to be walking in a wood, far away.

Katherine Mansfield in a diary entry dated 21 October 1918

seeing that dostoyevsky quote circulated as a tumblr deep quote that’s like “your worst sin is you have destroyed yourself for nothing” or whatever annoys me to no end bc 1) context is raskolnikov telling sonya that her trauma of being forced into prostitution to keep her family from starving is worth nothing because she will never save them which is kind of a thesis the book disproves over and over again as its main theme and 2) that’s rich coming from someone who axe murdered two women because he didn’t leave the house for a few weeks and came up with a theory that said it was ok actually

Anne Sexton, from a letter featured in Anne Sexton; A Self-Portrait In Letters

read classic poetry in the bath.  scratch shakespeare quotes into your desk.  keep black-and-white pictures in a golden locket.  learn the language you’ve always wanted to learn.  dance in the rain, even if you’re not sure how.  read wikipedia pages on unsolved mysteries at two in the morning.  live your life the way you want to, make your own rules, become who you’ve dreamed of being.  because really, who’s stopping you?

snoopy after reading white nights by dostoevsky

Emily Dickinson, The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson

"For ever shall we be in quest of the shores, that we may sing and be heard. But what of the wave that breaks where no ear shall hear? It is the unheard in us that nurses our deeper sorrow. Yet it is also the unheard which carves our soul to form and fashion our destiny"

Khalil Gibran, The Garden of The Prophet

“And so I ask myself: 'Where are your dreams?' And I shake my head and mutter: 'How the years go by!' And I ask myself again: 'What have you done with those years? Where have you buried your best moments? Have you really lived? Look,' I say to myself, 'how cold it is becoming all over the world!' And more years will pass and behind them will creep grim isolation. Tottering senility will come hobbling, leaning on a crutch, and behind these will come unrelieved boredom and despair. The world of fancies will fade, dreams will wilt and die and fall like autumn leaves from the trees. . . .” ― Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights