Robert Walser, from Fairy Tales; "Cinderella" (trans. from the German by Daniele Pantano and James Reidel)
[Text ID: Prince: You're an angel. Tenderness, / as if embarrassed by that word's / meaning, stammers you're an angel. / What else could you be?]
chen chen, nature poem in ‘when i grow up i want to be a list of further possibilities’
mary oliver, worm moon
the song of achilles, madeline miller / strangers - the kinks / margaret atwood, from power politics: poems / mary oliver, from west wind
everyone in this room will someday be dead- emily austin
Jenny Slate, Little Weirds
someone please help me find that quote about how someone was overwhelmed with the weight of the world and their problems when they were physically alone, but that weight felt like nothing in the presence of a friend and good conversation
is it this one?
Daphne du Maurier, from “The Apple Tree”, The Birds and Other Stories (1952)
Hanif Abdurraqib, A Little Devil in America: Notes in Praise of Black Performance
– Virginia Woolf, from a Letter to Violet Dickinson written c. January 1909
[TEXT ID: "I appreciate your concern. None of this is your fault. It's me. It's me and my head. / In winter, I collapse." END ID]
from I, Etcetera by Susan Sontag.
URSULA K. LE GUIN x RENÉ MAGRITTE
The Wind’s Twelve Quarters (1975);
La Foret, or The Forest (1927), painting, oil on canvas
— Franz Kafka, Letters to Friends, Family, and Editors
— Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis
Victoria Chang, from "The Islands, 1961" (for Agnes Martin)
Ada Limón, from “Cargo.” [ID in alt text]
“I knew what I looked like. I looked like a woman in a Hopper painting … the one in Morning Sun, who sits on her bed, hair twisted into a messy bun, gazing through her window at the city beyond. A pretty morning, light washing the walls, but nonetheless something desolate about her eyes and jaw, her slim wrists crossed over her legs. I often sat just like that, adrift in rumpled sheets, trying not to feel, trying simply to take consecutive breaths.” –Olivia Laing, The Lonely City: Adventures in the Art of Being Alone
