geryone:

[ID: hollow / unwanting / for want of you.]ALT

Dogged, Stacy Gnall

geryone:

[ID: Now, I move from / hunger to hunger]ALT

Dogged, Stacy Gnall

metamorphesque:

text id: [O God, I am not like you / In your vacuous black, / Stars stuck all over, bright stupid confetti. / Eternity bores me, / I never wanted it.]ALT

Sylvia Plath, “Years”

albertcamuesli:

Schopenhauer’s Essays and Aphorisms: On Books and Writing

The art of not reading is a very important one. It consists in not  taking an interest in whatever may be engaging the attention of the general public at any particular time. When some political or  ecclesiastical pamphlet, or novel, or poem is making a great  commotion, you should remember that he who writes for fools  always finds a large public. - A precondition for reading good books is not reading bad ones : for life is short.ALT

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Buying books would be a good thing if one could also buy the  time to read them in : but as a rule the purchase of books is mistaken for the appropriation of their contents.ALT

burntthroat:

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I’m the one who ruined me: I did it myself

No Longer Human // Ask Polly: Help, I’m The Loneliest Person In The World! // Franz Kafka // Sue Zhao // Fingertips - Fortesa Latifi // Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoevsky // Juansen Dizon // The Garden of Eden - Ernest Hemingway // On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous - Ocean Vuong

typewriter-worries:

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I’ll Eat You Up, I Love You So

A Primer For the Small Weird Loves, Richard Siken | The Embrace II, Ron Hicks | Henry and June: From “A Journal of Love,” The Unexpurgated Diary (1931-1932) of Anaïs Nin, Henry Miller (@theoptia) | the night belongs to lovers, Ilaria Ratti | Dark. Sweet.: New & Selected Poems, Linda Hogan (@feral-ballad) | Intimacy, Angelica Alzona | Shame is an Ocean I Swim Across, Mary Lambert (@synbeam) | The Kiss, Edvard Munch | Summer Morn in New Hampshire, Claude McKay

derangedrhythms:

If devils roosted in my soul It means that angels lived there too.ALT

Sergey Yesenin, 20th Century Russian Poetry: Silver and Steel; from ‘Only one final trick…’, tr. Geoffrey Thurley

hangsawoman:

hangsawoman:

i need to be by the lake

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pith, rhiannon mcgavin

feral-ballad:

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Alejandra Pizarnik, tr. by Patricio Ferrari & Forrest Gander, from The Galloping Hour: French Poems; “Your Lover”

[Text ID: “in his eyelids I sleep until dawn / in his eyes I’ve come to know / a last nakedness / Don’t forget your eyes / because I inhabit them”]

flowerytale:

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Li-Young Lee, from The Other Hours, Book of My Nights: Poems