feral-ballad:

Clementine Von Radics, from In A Dream You Saw A Way To Survive; “You are on the floor crying”

[Text ID: “And you have been / on the floor crying / for days. / And that is you / being brave. / That is you getting through it / as best you know how. / No one else can decide / What your tough looks like.”]

sunsetquotes:

“Don’t lose yourself just because you found somebody.”

— Unknown

lifeinpoetry:

“What comes after awareness? And then what? And then what?”

— — Noor Hindi, from “Pledging Allegiance,” DEAR GOD. DEAR BONES. DEAR YELLOW.

sunsetquotes:

“The sadness of the past is with me always.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald; Dear Scott, Dearest Zelda

bnmxfld:

“Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was always just red.”

— Kait Rokowski

quotemadness:

“I withdraw from people and places from time to time. I need space from a world that is filled with millions of mouths that talk too much, and never have anything to say.”

— Kaitlin Foster

thepersonalwords:

““Sometimes suffering is just suffering. It doesn’t make you stronger. It doesn’t build character. It only hurts.” Kate Jacobs”

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twicedailyquotes:

“My brain hums with scraps of poetry and madness.”

—

Virginia Woolf

Selected Letters

breathe-of-midwinter:

“…the thing with October is, I think, it somehow gets in your very blood. Unapologetically. Almost ruthlessly.”

—

Anne Sexton, from

A Self-Portrait In Letters

onesecondbeforesunset:

(…) I am not at home in myself. I am my own stranger.

Anne Sexton, from A Self-Portrait in Letters

adrasteiax:

“How foolishly destructive one can be.”

— Anne Sexton, from A Self-Portrait In Letters

adrasteiax:

“(…) I’m speechless…what kind of writer am I? With all this love and no words for it?”

— Anne Sexton, from A Self-Portrait In Letters