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Simone de Beauvoir, from a diary entry featured in Diary of a Philosophy Student

June Jordan, from the Foreword of Haruku/Love Poems

I love how nature simply is. It doesn’t pretend. It doesn’t conceal. It whispers, it sings, it reveals. It takes from itself and gives abundantly back to itself. It transforms but it never alters. It fiercely punishes but it also preserves and contains. Such raw magnificent simplicity and honesty in its processes. The entire verb “to be” freely flowing and teaching sustenance, truth and raw perseverance.

The garden was very soft, and I felt the softness of the garden so acutely, the soft warm air and the perfumes penetrated me like needles through every open bleeding pore. All the pores open and breathing the softness, the warmth, and the smells. The whole body invaded, penetrated, responding, every tiny cell and pore active and breathing and trembling and enjoying.

@academia-lucifer

Sir, that’s my emotional support unrealistic romantic delusion

Marcel Proust, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Marcel Proust

do you ever think oh actually i am never going to stop being eleven years old and lonely

*guy who is very clearly going through. something* oh yknow. just a little tired haha

Franz Kafka, 1912

@lovesdaya

i was so sad, i drew a little bat so i wouldn’t be sad. and now i am no longer sad.

but she takes it too far, she's never good enough