Euripides (Tr. Anne Carson) / @wholeheartedsuggestions / Jenny Slate / Euripides Again

you, me, and the gap in between

1. Larissa Pham, Crush // 2. pinterest // 3. Casey McQuinston, Red, White and Royal Blue // 4. @orpheuslament // 5. pinterest // 6. Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet // 7. Richard Siken, Meanwhile // 8. pinterest // 9. Florence + the Machine, No Light, No Light //10. Larissa Pham, Crush // 11. Hanif Abdurraqib, It Is Maybe Time to Admit That Michael Jordan Definitely Pushed Off // 12. Holly Warburton // 13. Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart // 14. Frank Bidart, Guilty of Dust // 15, 16, 18 and 21. Larissa Pham, Crush // 17. Holly Warburton // 19. @nativephunk // 20. Karman MacKendrick, Immemorial Silence // 22. Emma Hunsinger // 23. Before Sunrise

dont cry . your body is holy + the truth is tiny compared to the things you have to do, ok ?

i love when random tumblr users find my blog and go through it liking and reblogging everything in a frenzy, it feels like i’ve been cultivating a nice backyard with a lovely birdbath and feeder and i’ve glanced out the window to see a bird going absolutely wild with it

Beauty makes promises that beauty cant keep. I've seen it too many times.

— Cormac McCarthy, The Passenger

Emily Dickinson, in a letter to Louise and Frances Norcross (Letter 225), September 1860

who are you when you are not watching tv or movies? when you aren't playing video games or reading a book or fanfiction or listening to music or whatever other kind of media that you engage with? who are you when your mind isn't in another world or story, when you are forced to sit with yourself and the only experience you have is your own sensorial life? can you define yourself outside of what you consume? who is that person? do you like them? can you bear it? can you bear it?

“There’s a lot of pressure for people to make a very polished poem, to keep shining and shining it, and say here, it’s a perfect gem. There are many beautiful poems like that. A lot of Mary Ruefle’s poems are like that. But there’s also beauty to me in what I perceive as excess. One way I define poetry is as a blueprint to a feeling, so every line matters, even if it feels inconsequential or tangential. Even those tangents matter. So revision is really hard for me as a poet. Certain poems call to be revised because they want to look like that gem. Other poems are like, accept me as I am. Accept this mess.”

— Devin Kelly, from “On allowing yourself to be surprised”, from a conversation with Denise S. Robbins, published December 21, 2022 (via kitchen-light)

I would not be the person I am without the authors who made me what I am - the special ones, the wise ones, sometimes just the ones who got there first.

Neil Gaiman (via resqectable)

You can only reblog this today.

Ibrahim Nasrallah, “Palestinian,” trans. Huda Fakhreddine