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Vicente Aleixandre // Andrei Tarkovsky

Carol Ann Duffy, from Rapture; “If I Was Dead”

Clementine Von Radics, from In A Dream You Saw A Way To Survive; “For Vincent Van Gogh, Patron Saint of Psychotic Manic Depressives”

[ text ID: I'm not what anyone thinks I am. I never was. I didn't have the mouth to put it into words, to say what was wrong, to change the things I felt I needed to change. And every day it was difficult, walking around and knowing that people saw me one way, knowing that they were wrong, so completely wrong, that the real me was invisible to them. It didn't even exist to them. So: If nobody sees you, are you still there? ]

— franz kafka, letters to felice‎

― Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra

— Ruth Reali, “I want to swim like the birds swim”

Hanif Abdurraqib, A Little Devil in America: Notes in Praise of Black Performance

Sylvia Plath, Winter Trees

Nikki Giovanni, The Collected Poetry, 1968-1998

— Clarice Lispector, from The Complete Stories: “The Departure,”

Mary Oliver

warmth of the sun, ron hicks | from a letter to milena, franz kafka

— James Baldwin, They Can’t Turn Back