I’d always thought that despair would feel empty. That’s how it’s
always described. It isn’t— it is full and terror-cold.
— Jared Singer, from “I Have Never Been Suicidal,” Forgive Yourself These Tiny Acts of Self-Destruction
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I’d always thought that despair would feel empty. That’s how it’s
always described. It isn’t— it is full and terror-cold.
— Jared Singer, from “I Have Never Been Suicidal,” Forgive Yourself These Tiny Acts of Self-Destruction
Janet Fitch, White Oleander
Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?
Mary Shelley, Frankenstein
Pablo Neruda, from “Here I Love You,” Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair
loumargi:
James Sant, Courage, Anxiety and Despair- Watching the Battle
from the diaries of franz kafka
wishbzne: from the diaries of franz kafka
Anna Akhmatova, from “And fame floated like a swan” featured in The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova
Albert Camus, “Helen’s Exile” from Lyrical And Critical Essays
Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?
Anna Akhmatova, from “And fame floated like a swan” featured in The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova
Mary Oliver, “Wild Geese”
Federico García Lorca, “La Soleá,” Lorca: Selected Poems
Anna Akhmatova, from “And fame floated like a swan” featured in The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova
Louise Glück, “Memo from the Cave,” Firstborn
Louise Glück, “Memo from the Cave,” Firstborn