metamorphesque:

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   —  Anna Akhmatova, “The Sentence,” from The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova, translated by Judith Hemschemeyer

[text ID: Today I have so much to do: / I must kill memory once and for all, / I must turn my soul to stone, / I must learn to live again—]

:

Whatever the outcome will be, it’ll be for the best

soracities:

“…tremble, tremble, a plague of angels now darkens the horizon…”

Clarice Lispector, “The Burned Sinner and the Harmonious Angels” tr. Katarina Dodson

allmyknivesaremadeoutofbutter-d:

lovers don’t need to care because nothing is more important and nothing ever has been

Anonymous asked

Who hurt you

yms1:

My expectations

macrolit:

“One day, in retrospect, the years of struggle will strike you as the most beautiful.”

Sigmund Freud (b. 6 May 1856)

soracities:

“I can’t live on only my cold truths, on the concepts I can synthesize in three lines. I must also live on my weaknesses,, my dualities, and admit that those three logical, upstanding lines that faithfully reflect me in a given moment can become, on another not-very-distant occasion or in a complicated and turbulent mood, meager or narrow or painful, without ever ceasing to be true.”

Josefina Vicens, The Empty Book (trans. David Lauer)