Jan 22/2019

—Zara Ventris

“I can’t get you out of my mind tonight; the corner of the sofa where you sat is haunted for me by your presence, the whole flat seems full of you.”

— Vita Sackville-West, from a letter to Virginia Woolf written c. November 1926 (via f-ridaas)

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Fariha Róisín, How to Cure a Ghost

i want to be a cat. jobless. educationless. useless. there to be pretty and soft

Through Cataclysm - Andreas Birath

For all I can really do is

Stand here

In September’s rain

Savouring...

Soaking it all in

Slipping...

And simply

Holding on to poetry

For dear life

Strolling aimlessly in a bookshop is self care

I am aware, sure, I am aware.

Catastrophically aware.

— Sylvia Plath, from “The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath”

academia but i’m at my 9-5 job

spending my lunch break speed reading

rotating through my collection of trousers, sweaters, and button ups

constantly brewing coffee

researching each task extensively in my spare time, just because i’m curious

bringing my own pen from home because it’s obviously the only right pen