“No, I’m not the tough kind. Where are the oaths I made two years ago, on the freshly shut cover of Zarathustra? Why did I wander aimlessly in the street last night, alone, miserable because I was unable to cry and terrified at the same time that I might have been about to? Why in the evening, when I lay my head on my pillow, is it like collapsing in exhaustion after being chased?”
— Mihail Sebastian, For Two Thousand Years (trans. Philip Ó Ceallaigh)
Alice Notley / Oscar wilde / Sarah Kane / Anne Sexton
“Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.”
— Sylvia Plath
to carry your grief on my back would be an honor by parrish h.
I don’t know who needs to hear this, but if you’re at a low point:
If you were a fictional man right now, there would be *at least* ten people if not a large portion of the fanbase that would call you their wet beast poor little meow meow
Stephanie Foo, What My Bones Know: A Memoir of Healing from Complex Trauma
on shame and yearning (pt.2)
it is an honor 2 be in ur computer
Kazuo Ishiguro, from “Kazuo Ishiguro, The Art of Fiction No. 196,” interviewed by Susannah Hunnewell, Paris Review (no. 184, Spring 2008)