“Don’t be afraid to suffer—take your heaviness / and give it back to the earth’s own weight; / the mountains are heavy, the oceans are heavy.”— Rainer Maria Rilke, The Poetry of Rilke; “Sonnets to Orpheus” (tr. Edward Snow)
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I’m fine, I just have a gaping black hole in my chest that cannot be filled. But other than that,
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![metamorphesque:
“― E.M. Forster, Howards End
“[text ID: The house was very quiet, and the fog—we are in November now—pressed against the windows like an excluded ghost.]
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metamorphesque:
― E.M. Forster, Howards End
[text ID: The house was very quiet, and the fog—we are in November now—pressed against the windows like an excluded ghost.]
Teatime :)
they had a great time
- July 1, 1913
- The diaries of Franz Kafka, 1910-1913
[ID: July 1. The wish for an unthinking, reckless solitude. To be face to face only with myself. End ID]
Sarah Williams, The Old Astronomer to His Pupil
asailormood:
when your alarm goes off
asailormood:
When you relate
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