Federico García Lorca, From "3 Tragedies; Blood Wedding, Yerma, Bernarda Alta,"

imagine if every chapter in a real book ended with an author's note

Katherine Mansfield, in a letter to Dorothy Brett, dated 14 August 1918

as soon as you feel the summer melancholy creep in on you and your brain is telling you to rot in bed BITCH NO you just need to swim in a lake and dry in the sun

sorry for the alyosha posting it will happen again

— December 18, 1910 / Franz Kafka diaries

I Am Not Your Negro, dir. Raoul Peck (2016) (via lunamonchtuna)

“Everything has been figured out,

except how to live.”

— Jean-Paul Sartre

haiku #6, tathev simonyan

“You may think: What’s happened? Good God, are they kidding? But it is a rule of life, alas, that nobody is kidding.”

— Andrew Sean Greer, Less Is Lost

Manhattan is a Lenape Word, Natalie Diaz | Winter Without You, Sarah Kay 

[ Text ID: It is December and we must be brave. / It is December and nobody asked if I was ready. ]