Words by Clementine Von Radics

“Wild Geese”, by Mary Oliver

And I think we all needed to hear that.

melissa broder, milk fed

Roberto Ferri: Soffio impuro

-@lipikkawrites

Søren Kierkegaard, Diaries 1813-1855

fyodor dostoevsky (the brothers karamazov), charles bukowski (a vote for the gentle light)

czesław miłosz, from the poem "hope"

"This story is a tragedy because it was always going to end this way."

Louise Glück

A Russian believer plunges himself into the freezing waters of an ice hole in the shape of a crucifix

a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past.

Alanis Morissette, Sorry to Myself/Haruki Murakami,1084