windcrys:

“It was summer. I didn’t feel like saying anything. I felt as if I were going along some road of inexpressible sorrow.”

— Takuboku Ishikawa, from “Romaji Diary & Sad Toys,” published c. 1985
(via violentwavesofemotion)

cryptomnesia:

“I could not stop wasting time. It was crazy. I wanted to do something with my life, but instead I went to sleep, or sung in the shower, or sat and stared at the wall. I couldn’t even tell you about anything that I saw. I didn’t talk to anybody. The cicadas kept dying outside, and as I dreamed, my mouth grew thick and venomous with silence.”

— Yiwei Chai, The Jacaranda Years (via crowsummer)

windflowerfairy:

Entering the Kingdom by Mary Oliver

brietopia:

“Grief will keep you reaching back / for what is not there”

— Adrianne Kalfopoulou, from “Poem in Pieces, a Log,” A History of Too Much

decreation:

“It’s lack of love we die from. (…) Can I be blamed for wanting a real body, to put my arms around? Without it I too am disembodied.”

— The Handmaid’s Tale, Margaret Atwood

louisminyard:

oh this made me miserable

3lsahart:

art installation found on my college campus