Barbara Crooker, “And Now It’s September,” [ID In Alt Text]

self portrait against bed wallpaper by Richard Siken

I love that every INFP playlist I've ever listened starts all cute and sweet and progressively gets more and more depressive and fucked up because haha yeah we do be like that

“If you knew you might not be able to see it again tomorrow, everything would suddenly become special and precious, wouldn’t it?”

— Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

favourite thing in the world is when the pages of a book go all soft and yellowy and the edges are slightly fuzzy and rounded. these books couldn’t give you a papercut if you tried they’ve been loved too much. they love you too much

"Oranges" - Gary Soto, June 1983

one of my very favorite poems. that last line slays me. it has stayed with me for years and years.

"The Unbearable Lightness of Being", Milan Kundera (translated by Michael Henry Heim)

Andrea Gibson, Lord of the Butterflies

"You Always Meet Your Love Perchance", Paruyr Sevak (translated by Tathev Simonyan)

when Sharon Olds said "If I pass a mirror, I turn away, I do not want to look at her, and she does not want to be seen."