Good Morning, You Have To Be The Thing That Saves You

October, Louise Glück

— Sylvia Plath, The Journals of Sylvia Plath

[text ID: Outside it is warm and blue and April.]

does anyone wanna hold hands until we feel a little braver

you can only reblog this today

having to come to terms with the fact that love is not an everlasting performance in which you attempt to retain the attention of your significant other but rather a release of control and putting faith into them and trusting them to choose to stay with you no matter what you have to offer

— Franz Kafka asking Felice Bauer to marry him (Letters to Felice)

I look for you everywhere; small gestures made by all kinds of people in the street remind me of you, by their similarity as much as by their differences,

Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice‎

— Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra

My body is already an inhospitable environment, there’s no way a friggin baby would be able to survive in it