Resurrecting the Dolls’ House, Margaret Atwood
A poem on childhood
there is this rage that runs deep under my skin and it is entirely mine.
“What did she smell like?” - Jasmine Mans
"Your solitude, even in the midst of quite foreign circumstances, will be a hold and a home for you, and leading from it you will find all the paths you need."
R. M. Rilke in Letters to a Young Poet
Sylvia Plath // Fyodor Dostoyevsky
the weekends are for an all-consuming yearning