Joy Sullivan, from “These Days People Are Really Selling Me On California”, Instructions for Traveling West
Joy Sullivan, “When My Friend Is Low, We Walk by the River”, Instructions for Traveling West
— Danez Smith, from "summer, somewhere" (via lunamonchtuna)
Joy Sullivan, “Yearn”, Instructions for Traveling West
Ilya Kaminsky, from "A Cigarette", Deaf Republic
the lover’s almanac : part one.
Years pass, but with you, it’s always opening night. ( ⚘ )
If my poetry & prose don’t feel like this song; I won’t write them. ( I )
the archive of almosts.
— Nikita Gill
— Nikita Gill
how’s that house that raised you?
so soft it hurts
— Anna Akhmatova
Sylvia Plath, aged 30, in a letter to her mother, 6 months after discovering her husband's infidelity, and their subsequent separation (dated Wednesday, 16 January 1963)
[Ted Hughes (aged 32) - her husband, who was having an affair with Assia Wevill (aged 35), a married woman who rented their London flat at Chalcot Square; Sylvia moved with their children (a 2-year-old daughter & an 11-month-old son) from Court Green in Devon, to 23 Fitzroy Road in London, at a rented flat, formerly the residence of W. B. Yeats]
(from Samuel Beckett's poem, "Cascando")
Sylvia Plath, aged 29, after discovering her husband's affair, in a letter to Ruth Tiffany Barnhouse Beuscher, her former psychiatrist (dated Friday, 20 July 1962)
— Barbara Kingsolver
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— Jonathan Safran Foer
— Cynthia So, If You Still Recognise Me
― Vladimir Nabokov, Letter to his wife Véra