— Jay Vespertine (via Letsbelonelytogetherr)

Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense /Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet/Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice‎

lets all stop being suicidal and create life 2 where its good and everybody loves you

glass, irony and good, anne carson // margaret atwood // enough, suzanne buffam // ? // in conversation: kathleen turner, david marchese // haunted womanhood, heather havrilesky // where to begin, sue zhao // the stream of life, clarice lisepector

joining the war on “pretentiousness” on the side of the pretentious

“𝐼'𝑚 𝑎𝑓𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑙𝑦, 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑦, 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑎𝑓𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑢𝑛𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒.”

—L.M. Dorsey, She Is Made of Chalk

“When a million things can bring you down, find one reason to keep you up.”

— Unkown

10.20.19

anxiety is nicotine.

and by that, I mean the way it seeps through my veins faster than coffee but slower than blood.

Depression is lukewarm coffee at 9pm on a Tuesday.

and by that, I mean every day runs at warp speed / and I miss the milestones

my blood is made of

nicotine and coffee / muffins and tea / poison and toast

Anxiety is nicotine / and by that I mean / I am trying to quit / but like clouds before a thunderstorm / you'll follow me through

“He had forgotten how big things could feel, how crowded with life, how beautiful it could be to know the season, the month, the hour, to simply say, It is winter.”

- Leigh Bardugo, Hell Bent

— Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes from Underground