DeSideri

Inside New York, 1991. Scan (first of a new series)

Sinéad O'Connor, from her book titled "Rememberings," originally published in June 2021

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— josé olivarez // natalie diaz

Do you ever think about what it was like for me?

Seen in Museumtijdschrift

Ada Limón on Preparing the Body for a Reopened World, for Lit Hub (via bostonpoetryslam)

[Text ID: (the entire first line is blacked out.) killing myself & rotting in bed & craving cigarettes & doing nothing & doing nothing & masturbating 3 times in a row & then disgust & then disgust & a mind-numbing agent in any form. (here, another line is blacked out.) because you get to a point where you believe only certain things will kill you. (another line is blacked out.) if you didn't die in middle school, well, you're older now. (almost three entire lines are blacked out.) if no one can see you suffering, you stop believing you’re suffering at all. /End ID]

the idiot, fyodor dostoevsky

The Heart The Hydropathic Encyclopedia 1857

— Rainer Maria Rilke, from “Dich wundert nicht des Sturmes Wucht,” Rilke’s Book of Hours: Love Poems to God, trans. Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy (Riverhead Books, 1996)