when margaret atwood said “i'm sorry there is so much pain in this story” and richard siken said “there is no other version of this story” and mary oliver said “you don’t want to hear the story of my life, and anyway, i don’t want to tell it”
night terrors by hannah green // how to cure a ghost by fariha róisín //writer in the dark - lorde // my mother & i - lucy dacus // take care: mothers, daughters, and inheriting self-hatred by ella wilson // lady bird (2017) // mother wound healing: why it’s crucial for women by bethany webster //don’t know // on earth we’re briefly gorgeous by ocean vuong // mother by maia baia
love in the time of cholera, gabriel garcía márquez // carmilla, joseph sheridan le fanu // letter of testimony, octavio paz (trans. eliot weinburger) // planet of love, richard siken // the queen of carthage, louise glück // excerpt from a letter to fanny brawne, john keats // little weirds, jenny slate // clarification, franz wright // sonnet lxvi, pablo neruda (trans. ilan stavans) // gone: poems, fanny howe.
“Alleyways are a coffin–– this city is become my tomb. I am ghost: nameless, soon to be forgotten, another statistic for articles. Here lies NO-ONE, NO-BODY, child in an adult’s body. Heartless, warm, harsh/gentle, innocence stripped away too soon. Here lies a childhood. Alleyways are a coffin–– this city is become my tomb. Little child, lost: Another faceless child swallowed in the belly of a beast.”
— unmarked graves. (CNS)
“I am deathly afraid of almosts. Of coming so very close to where I want to be in life that I can almost taste it, almost touch it, then falling just a little short.”
— Beau Taplin, Just Short (via wordsnquotes)
Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl // Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Gentle Spirit // Lyric Hunter, "A Garden" // Margaret Atwood, Power Politics: Poems // @artsy_tay_ on Instagram // William Shakespeare, The Taming of the Shrew // Sappho, "If not, Winter" (trans. Anne Carson)
I have so much love in me that I would like to cry.
Simone de Beauvoir, Kayleb Rae Candrilli, Sylvia Plath, Clarice Lispector
buy me a coffee
Forugh Farrokhzad, tr. by Sholeh Wolpé, from “Let Us Believe in the Dawn of the Cold Season”, Sin
@sandarafreedompark / Sade Andria Zabala / Unknown / @danielederossi / Kiki Nicole / Giovanni Gasparro / Trista Mateer / Anne Sexton / The Coral