it’s small joys saturday y’all let’s get it
enduring love
e.m forster, a room with a view / atonement (2007) / thomas hardy, far from the madding crowd / portrait of a lady on fire (2019) / cassandra clare, city of glass / rainer maria rilke / giovanni gasparro / philip pullman, the amber spyglass.
letters to milena by franz kafka // camouflage by ron hicks // the golden notebook by doris lessing // ? // a letter to galatea kazantzaki by nikos kazantzakis
everything feels one room over
“I feel unspeakably lonely. And I feel - drained. It is a blank state of mind and soul I cannot describe to you as I think it would not make any difference. Also it is a very private feeling I have - that of melting into a perpetual nervous breakdown. I am often questioning myself what I further want to do, who I further wish to be; which parts of me, exactly, are still functioning properly. No answers, darling. At all.”
— Anne Sexton
youve died a thousand times before who caaares just climb out of this grave again & again &agaian & agaian & again & again & aga
— Sylvia Plath, The Journals of Sylvia Plath
[text ID: Outside it is warm and blue and April.]
You came into my life – not as one comes to visit (you know, ‘not taking one’s hat off’) but as one comes to a kingdom where all the rivers have been waiting for your reflection, all the roads, for your steps.
— Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra
tenderness is in the hands
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