Martha Gellhorn, From A Letter Featured In The Selected Letters Of Marth Gellhorn

May, 1936 Journals of Anais Nin 1934-1939 [volume 2]

I woke up from a nightmare, but it still seemed better than reality.

Yannis Ritsos, trans. by Kimon Friar, from a poem featured in "Erotica: Love Poems,"

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

Abuse me. If I'm hurting inside, match it with the outside.

— Anaïs Nin

M.S. (via coffee-crinkled-pages)

— Lina A.

There is nothing poetic in sadness. No salvation in pain.

You won't ease the suffering by running away.

It was always inside you.

The fear.

The grief.

The rage.

The sorrow.

Let it slip.

Nothing is everlasting but everything is eternal.

Maybe you fear death but

you're still about to be born.

We forgot who we actually are.

Tangled up in our daily lifes we believe everything that happens is important. That every bad thing that happened is proof that the universe is against us. But it's not.

We are it's children.

We are the same.

Guandalupe Nettel, from her novel titled "Stillborn," originally published in 2020