— Jorge Luis Borges (1899–1986) (via Lunamonchtuna)

Gennady Aygi, from Into the Snow: Selected Poems of Gennady Aygi; “This Year’s Roses: Notes on K., 1972” (translated by Sarah Valentine)

Text ID: I seek / your image. / In the receding Fire. / It is not here—not in this world.

Morning Star by Alphonse Mucha (1902)

grief is so crazy like what if i forget what her laugh sounds like. does she know i loved her. i miss her so much. i catch myself doing things she used to do. i wish i could call her. i miss her so much. i do a crossword puzzle. i cry while washing the dishes. does she know i loved her? my heart feels like a hummingbird. i miss her so much. what if i forget what her laugh sounds like. what if i forget.

i think there’s something very wrong with me

what the fuck

It’s 2am. ✌️🕑

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𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔢 ℑ 𝔪𝔦𝔰𝔰 𝔦𝔱, 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔞 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢 𝔞𝔤𝔬.

18 April, 1939 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov

a man undercover, but you tore me apart

what do you mean, my comments are not cruel, they are honest

writer's block struck. i can't-

gonna take my mind of writing by actually writing an actual original series i've been reviewing with @sincerelycrescent (your comments are cruel but appreciated) (hey i've been coming to the conclusion that i am too kind) so...might make it an original series on here-

and then i may or may not have found out that i have a thing for age gaps don't look at me like that why are you looking at me like that no

i could still write today but then i started losing my motivation for like everything and i'm just like -_- i don't wanna do anything

how do I explain to my friend that in the last ten pages of tsh, the alcoholic shoots the druggy, we find out that the incestuous sister of the alcoholic was hooking up with the homicidal sociopath, and that homicidal sociopath shoots himself in the head partly because his narcissistic father figure ran off to the Middle East unexpectedly, and the druggy survives the gunshot wound but hallucinates the paranoid victim of a murder that this group commited a few months prior along with a bunch of other dead people while he’s in the hospital, and then somehow everyone brushes this whole ordeal off as if it were completely normal