Frank Bidart, From Half-light: Collected Poems; "End Of A Friendship" // Marya Hornbacher, Waiting //

“I am endlessly afraid of people. I am continually awed by them. When people bow to me only out of formality, I think to myself that it is a bow from the heart, and immediately become ecstatic, even with a touch of madness. I feel like I have to pay them back for their expectations, so I act like a hero even though I don’t truly feel anything, and I can’t get things back to normal, and the end result is that everyone thinks me a fool for it.”

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Dazai Osamu, “A New Hamlet”

Derek Jarman, Chroma

“Yes, darling honey, I am a misery without you. So don’t, I beg, be foolish walking over mountains. If you break a leg, I break my heart, remember.”

— Virginia Woolf in a letter to Vita Sackville-West, 28 February 1927

“and you were gazing at me, more than gazing — my gaze was dreaming you, and yours was dreaming me.”

— Pedro Salinas, from “Tell me”; To Live In Pronouns: Selected Love Poems (tr. by Edith Helman & Norma Farber)

Idk if u write, but what would u recommend to a young writer who’s not yet found her own ‘tone’ / voice or character in writing. What I mean is, I love writing… every time I read a certain author I then adopt their pen’s character, I write like them. If I read Plath I’ll go write like her bc I’m inspired. If I read Dostoevsky I’ll go write like him. Idk if it’s necessarily bad bc I think it’s pretty cool to achieve such voices (if they r achieved indeed) or should I just try to find mine? & How?

Hi anon, yes I write but only for myself. It's a sort of therapy for me, I'm definitely not a good writer. So maybe I'm not the right person to answer this question. Anyway, in your message you mentioned Plath and Dostoevsky, I think it's pretty normal to mistake the big impact that this artists can have on you and on your soul with your conviction that you are "copying" them. You already have your voice, it's the way you see the world, the way you perceive things, the way you talk in your head ― the language you speak to yourself everyday.

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

she called herself "unimaginative". She tormented herself with this thoughts. It's just impossible to believe for us, but she was just like you, just like us.

Don't give up🤍

kenzo fw18

indigo,

digital

I care for you more than I care for your caring of me. I care for you so much that I will hurt you to see you well, that I will put foulness into your mouth because I know it to be medicine, that I will take your scowls and hatreds and fold them against my heart like a locket full of hair because I will know you to be well.

Amal El-Mohtar, from The Honey Month; “Day 27: Leatherwood Honey”

I ache for the world and I run away from it