Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Gentle Spirit
— Louise Glück, from “Timor Mortis.”
If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.
— Jane Austen
Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra
— Kim Visda, from “For Lack Of A Better Poem.”
It speaks beyond words..
— Paul Guest, from “1987.”
— Cormac McCarthy, from “The Road.”
no sorry I can’t hang out I’m busy feeling nothing and then feeling everything all at once and getting too overwhelmed
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— Paul Guest, from “1987.”
I need the type of cuddles when you just bury your face on their chest and breathe them in and everything feels fine and nothing else exist.
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Anonymous
As a fellow person in their twenties, you good?
i wish i could float in a river face down for seventy kilometers and not drown
It didn’t kill me, but something inside me died that day.
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“But life went on, even at times like this, and it was surprising how easy it was to keep going as though nothing had changed. I found it strange that I could walk down the street and appear normal, just like anyone else. That I could be in complete turmoil inside, and yet my reflection in a shop window could look the same as it ever had.”— Moshi Moshi, Banana Yoshimoto
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