Ocean Vuong, from “Someday I’ll Love Ocean Vuong”, Night Sky With Exit Wounds

“Now my wishes are down to two: / Staying alive. And wanting to.”

— Traci Brimhall, from “Dear Thanatos,” Come the Slumberless To the Land of Nod (via lifeinpoetry)

Alice Notley / Oscar wilde / Sarah Kane / Anne Sexton

“I thought once that gods are the opposite of death, but I see now they are more dead than anything, for they are unchanging, and can hold nothing in their hands.”

— #Madeline Miller (Circe)

— Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra

Anaïs Nin, Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1939-1947

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Stephanie Foo, What My Bones Know: A Memoir of Healing from Complex Trauma

dude you should have been at the club last night it was insane. the dj was playing the lament and funeral of hector from the iliad and everyone was beating their breasts and tearing open their garments. at the end we all built up a funeral pyre in the middle of the dance floor and set it aflame. we were all feeling the inherent human connection through millennia old poetry, it was wild

me, vibrating out of my skin : hey can I talk to you about this piece of media real quick? I pinky promise I'll be So Normal about it, like there's no reason to be concerned that this will turn into a three hour long monologue. Like I Prommy that I'm not gonna be a freak about it.

“I feel unspeakably lonely. And I feel - drained. It is a blank state of mind and soul I cannot describe to you as I think it would not make any difference. Also it is a very private feeling I have - that of melting into a perpetual nervous breakdown. I am often questioning myself what I further want to do, who I further wish to be; which parts of me, exactly, are still functioning properly. No answers, darling. At all.”

— Anne Sexton