"He is so lonely that he sometimes feels it physically, a sodden clump of dirty laundry pressing against his chest. He cannot unlearn the feeling."
— Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life
"He is so lonely that he sometimes feels it physically, a sodden clump of dirty laundry pressing against his chest. He cannot unlearn the feeling."
— Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life
hello my lovely friends. i have said to myself that i will get back to poetry one day. and today was that day! it is because of that that i shall bring to you this new collection; DISTANT CHORUS
https://my.w.tt/gilvUguWd9
hello. it’s 3 in the morning and i just updated FIRE-BALL for the first time in ages. it would mean the absolute world to me if you could give chapter 1 a go. with love, tina<3
https://my.w.tt/a9yp04Sq28
I must say!!!!! your writing is to die for, absolutely love it ✨ I can’t wait to read where you take these characters, it’s already such poignant and tangible prose
“To be kind is more important than to be right. Many times, what people need is not a brilliant mind that speaks but a special heart that listens.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald
“Love, the world
Suddenly turns, turns color. The streetlight
Splits through the rat’s tail
Pods of the laburnum at nine in the morning.
It is the Arctic,
This little black
Circle, with its tawn silk grasses – babies hair.
There is a green in the air,
Soft, delectable.
It cushions me lovingly.” — Letter in November, Sylvia Plath
(i know it is december, but just take it)
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