Every. Single. Day.

Sara Teasdale, from The Collected Poems of Sara Teasdale; "Song,"

“Part of Consequently being humans is that we all have sides we never want to reveal even to our own selves, deep dark, terrible, ugly sides. Solitary parts that only we know about”

—ayman abdinasir

— Susan Sontag, from “Death Kit,” (1967) (via lunamonchtuna)

When I was young my dad offhandedly told me he thought people treated fish with so much casual cruelty because fish can’t scream.

The words branded themselves across my soul.

As an adult I think he may have been joking. He payed no especial attention to any indignities fish suffered in our household but I could never forget. I saw fish in a different light after that.

Fish kept in tiny bowls, breathing their own poisons, dying by inches. Fish kept in cold tanks, casually disposed of. Fish touted as being short lived when they could outlive the better loved family dog if only they could breathe. Fish casually won and discarded in cheap plastic bags, thrown away a week later.

How they would scream, if they could.

— Anaïs Nin, from The Voice

the fact that i'm no longer the same age as the protagonists of novels and films i once connected to is so heartbreaking. there was a time when I looked forward to turning their age. i did. and i also outgrew them. i continue to age, but they don't; never will. the immortality of fiction is beautiful, but cruel.

Cecília Meireles, from "In Autumn, My Heart," featured in Antologia poética

“Memories are what warm you up from the inside. But they’re also what tear you apart.”

— Haruki Murakami