Fariha Róisín, from Who Is Wellness For?: An Examination of Wellness Culture and Who It Leaves Behind
𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟷𝟿, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟶 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟶-𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟹
[ID: July 19, slept, awoke, slept, awoke, miserable life. END ID]
it’s not “am I good enough to do it?”, it’s “do I like it enough to be bad at it?”
Anne Carson, Plainwater: Essays and Poetry
Richard Siken, from "Wishbone", Crush
“I guess being needed is almost as good as being loved. Maybe better.”
— Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
-Suicide letters from Anne sexton
- morgan parker
virginia woolf, from a letter to vita sackville-west dated 23 october 1927
“Look, let me put it this way: with me, you’re number one and there isn’t even a number two.”
— Charles Bukowski
“Sometimes I hate you, sometimes I hate myself, but always I miss you.”
— David Henry Hwang, M. Butterfly
I'm sorry for loving you secretly.
Please don't forget us.
Alice Walker, from “Even As I Hold You”, Her Blue Body Everything We Know: Earthling Poems 1965-1990
vladimir nabokov, letters to vera
It is late now, I am a bit tired; the sky is irritated by stars. And I love you, I love you, I love you-and perhaps this is how the whole enormous world, shining all over, can be created-out of five vowels and three consonants.
Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra
I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it, to be fed so much love I couldn't take any more. Just once.
Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
