May Sarton, Journal of a Solitude
ALTAnna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova: Reed; from ‘The Sentence’, tr. Judith Hemschemeyer
absolutely devastating blow
What’s left now / to praise? Everything.
Kevin Young, from “Elegy for Heaney”
here's hoping people never stop asking
Not to be overly simplistic, but I think in some ways being chronically ill has negated my depression, because I have to fight so hard to live. I started bleeding internally pretty heavily today and all I could think of were all the things that I don’t want to miss out on.
cunt dykeula. is this anything.
