“In the evening my griefs come to me one by one. They tell me what I had hoped to forget. They perch on my shoulders like mourning doves. They are the color of light fading.”
— Linda Pastan, from “Old Woman,” The Five Stages of Grief ( W. W. Norton & Company, 1978)
“We are all the dead. I am not apart from you for long, except for breath, except for everything.”
— Forgotten Portraits by Janine Solursh (via decreation)
I don’t know how to live in this world lightly.
Some memories I grip too tight,
Some crush my shoulders.
- This Anatomy of Melancholy #2 // L.H.Z
IF THE MOON SMILED, SHE WOULD RESEMBLE YOU
Sylvia Plath // X // N. D. Wilson // e.e. cummings // X // Northern Downpour // Odysseus Elytis // X // Sylvia Plath // Nikita Gill // X // Margaret Atwood
{David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest/ Friedrich Nietzsche, from a letter to Malwida von Meysenbug wr. c. 1876/ Lemony Snicket, The Beatrice Letters/ IDK You Yet, Song by Alexander 23/ Robert Desnos/ Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares written c. June 1944/ Emily Brontë, from The Collected Novels; "Wuthering Heights,"/ Caroline George, Dearest Josephine/ Srinivas Mishra/ Unknown/ Maria Casarès to Albert Camus, Correspondance, Christmas, 1948/ Unknown}
— 1. anton chekhov, “the seagull” 2. the musketeers (2014) 3. the mountain goats, “no children” 4. luther (2010) 5. emily bronte, “wuthering heights” 6. crouching tiger hidden dragon (2000) 7. christina rossetti, “the convent threshold” 8. it’s okay to not be okay (2020) 9. my country: the new age (2019) 🖋️ nuanced translation of this quote 10. princess mononoke (1997)