Classic Lit Isn't Relatable TO YOU. I Have Something Wrong With Me Though

“Growing Around Grief”

Lois Tonkin, 1996

“Have you ever been so melancholy, that you wanted to fit in the palm of your beloved’s hand? And lie there, for fortnights, or decades, or the length of time between stars? In complete silence?”

— Sarah Ruhl, Melancholy Play

Mako hate? In 2021?

Weird.

“If all you can do is crawl, start crawling.”

— Rumi (via meineluft)

“I wrote the words that lately I wouldn’t dare to speak.”

— Anna Akhmatova,  “I Wrote The Words That Lately (IV)” 

“Lie beside me and let the seeing be healing. No need to hide. No need for either darkness or light. Let me see you as you are.”

— Jeanette Winterson, from Art & Lies: A Piece for Three Voices and a Bawd

academia is 50% crying, 20% research, and 30% coming up with funny titles for every paper that you write

“Don’t be afraid to suffer—take your heaviness / and give it back to the earth’s own weight; / the mountains are heavy, the oceans are heavy.”

— Rainer Maria Rilke, from The Poetry of Rilke; “Sonnets to Orpheus”

I think real maturity starts when u decide other people’s actions, words, and opinions no longer have an effect on your individual journey. This life you build is about you, for you, from you.