September approaching…I feel I owe myself a brief respite of leisure and no rushing around. I can't face the dead reality. I want rainy days, lanterns and a hundred moons twining in dark leaves, music spilling out and echoing yet inside my head.

Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Aurelia Plath written c. August 1951

ALT

Vera Pavlova, A Weight on My Back (tr. Steven Seymour)

i am so delusional but like i know whats going on

Ruth Madievsky, All-Night Pharmacy

“One of the hardest lessons in life is letting go. Whether it’s guilt, anger, love, loss or betrayal. Change is never easy. We fight to hold on and we fight to let go.”

— Unknown

still. after all of it. mostly, i want to be kind