HEY *slams hands on table* It’s all me *punches self in chest* In. My. Head. *whips head backwards* I’m the one who burned us DOWN *flips chair* but it’s not *drops to the floor* WHAT I *screams* MEANT
CORRECT ✅
This energy for the Anti-hero chorus
𝙰𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝟷𝟻, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟸
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟶 -𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟹
[ID: August 15. Wasted day. Spent sleeping and lying down. END ID]
Marina Tsvetayeva
Matt Haig, The Comfort Book
Matt Haig,Β The Comfort Book
George Seferis, tr. by Edmund Keeley, from Collected Poems; “The Return of the Exile,”
(via preburial)
β Elena Ferrante, The Story of the Lost Child
[text ID: one writes to inflict pain on those who wish to inflict pain.]
This body isn’t a trial run
for your real life.
Take your lifein your hands. Make your hands useful
or you’ll be sorry.
You say sorrymore than anything else.
— Natalie Wee, from “Ten Years after Diagnosis,” Beast at Every Threshold
(via lifeinpoetry)
best friends who can’t help but feel cruel
mary maclane / kaye donachie / clarice lispector / cassandra troyan / peter wever / mary oliver / sylvia plath / kim addonizio