feral-ballad:

Victoria Chang, from Dear Memory: Letters on Writing, Silence, and Grief; “Dear Teacher,”

[Text ID: “The language of poetry reminded me to stay alive. It reminded me that, when it felt like I had nothing, I was nothing, I still had words. I could ride language as if on a horseback, and it could take me anywhere, including deeply into myself.”]

feral-ballad:

Jihyun Yun, from Some Are Always Hungry; “Reversal”

[Text ID: “I so want to survive this. Please lead me whole into another season so I may dare begin again.”]

thelonerforlife:

Fiona Finnegan

littlegreenfag:

having dadaist sex with my absurdist wife

cryptiddss-only:

ashaar-e-qafas:

Death, too, has patrician hands which, while crushing, also liberate.

- Albert camus, Myth of Sisyphus.

lilacsinthedooryard:

Paul Hoeker (Germany,1854-1910)

The Green Room, c. 1900.

maybe-itsforthebest:

- j (x), right?