[text id: august is wounded with longing.]

Louise Glück, from “Parodos”, Poems 1962-2012

Kazuo Ishiguro | from his Nobel prize (2017) acceptance speech.

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Have you seen that foreign activist weeping bitterly over the children of Gaza and the way they are dying? I hope everyone here feels that same emotion and helps save my nephew by making his surgery possible. Please, do not let my nephew die; we still need 650 euros to cover the cost of the operation. Please, I beg you to donate. 😭💔

it's good to see the youth gain a political consciousness, you should absolutely go to these protests, it is your right. but do not forget the countless voices that you ignored and mocked until the water reached at your doorstep.

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July wasn’t going so well for franz kafka

from kim addonizio's now we're getting somewhere

“Upon Turning 25, A Small Nervous Breakdown” by Megan Williams

"I thought marriage, by now, my love, a little house, our vegetable garden growing beautiful, green, rich with vines & I thought weekend getaways, friends always popping by, dinner parties, 2.a.m. whispers about all the good years ahead of us & I thought about my own thoughts, unburdened, happy elevator music, self-hatred resolved like a 90s sitcom & I thought at least taxes might make sense, 401ks too, maybe I’d even remember when an oil change is due without Dad’s reminder & I thought this black certainty of my own uselessness might evaporate like spilled beer (which I still hate) & I thought this birthday, a quarter century alive, might finally quiet my greed for more- more pink candles, more iMessage confetti, more Mom cooing pretty girl, more chocolate cake, more assurance that I matter, god damnit, that I am worth celebrating even without the love, the little house, the vegetable garden, just me alone, the most stubborn weed, my stupid face turned toward the sun." /end ID]