Sulpicia, from The Collected Translated Love Poems; “Finally, Love Has Come,”

From Oxygen, by Mary Oliver

"لا أحد يتم إرساله بالصدفة إلى أي شخص ، كل هذا مكتوب."

"No one is sent by accident to anyone, it’s all written."

every now n then i do something little me wouldve loved

Freaks and Geeks (1999-2000)

from letters to a young poet, rainer maria rilke

@werenotreallystrangers

you think you’re waiting for love to find you when in reality it has saved you in a thousand different ways since the sun rose today

I lost every friendship I ever had and it still hurts.

1. Finneas O’Connell / 2. Ocean Vuong / 3. adampvrrish / 4. Otessa Moshfegh / 5. Fairycosmos / 6. Richard Siken / 7. frenchtoastlesbian

— Shirley Jackson, We Have Always Lived in the Castle (via luthienne)

The Flies, Jean-Paul Sartre

— J. SULLIVAN

“In Irish when you talk about emotion, you don’t say, ‘I am sad’. You’d say, ‘sadness is on me’ ‘tá bron orm’.

And I love that because there’s an implication of not identifying yourself with the emotion fully. I am not sad, it’s just that sadness is on me for a while.

Something else will be on me another time, and that’s a good thing to recognise.”

—Pádraig Ó Tuama

goodbye 🤧🤧🤧

Anne Carson, Plainwater: Essays and Poetry

taking my heart with me