Don't turn a slip into a fall.

I cried myself to sleep again last night. And to be honest I don’t even know where the sadness comes from anymore. I mean everything is well now.  How can it all be so fine & yet I’m still hurting. 

[Text ID: Someone in Hell is sitting beside you on the train. / Somebody burning unnoticed walks past in the street.]

Louise Glück, from “Aboriginal Landscape.”

— Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Ruth Tiffanny Beuscher written c. July 1962 (via violentwavesofemotion)

— Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice

― Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart

Nikki Giovanni, The Collected Poetry, 1968-1998

Nikki Giovanni, The Collected Poetry, 1968-1998

why fight if I won’t win?

— Charlotte Eriksson

Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea

Safia Elhillo, from Home Is Not a Country; “Haitham”