A Little Nostalgia For Today

May I interrupt your scrolling with a turtleduck

on shame and yearning (pt.2)

C.P. Cavafy, from The City (tr. by Edmund Keeley & Philip Sherrard)

I put my sadness in a box. The box went soft and wet and weak at the bottom. I called it Thursday. Today is Sunday.

Richard Siken, from “The Field of Rooms and Halls” (via voirlvmer)

Joan Didion, “On Keeping a Notebook”

feels like every few weeks I have to relearn how to exist, that I do need to sit in the sun and move my body and not drink too much coffee and dress in clothes that make me feel good and talk to my friends and journal and get off my phone sometimes and eat vegetables and drink more tea and generally reclaim the space in my life for myself ya know

Anne Sexton, from “The Truth the Dead Know”, The Complete Poems of Anne Sexton

there is not a single day i don’t think about this quote in relation to tragedies

Nikki Giovanni, from “Adulthood II”