Nothing Makes Me Tear Up Like Schmaltzy Old Children's Cartoons.

Nothing makes me tear up like schmaltzy old children's cartoons. 

“I’ve been stoic about this long enough. All spring I’m going to be an arrant hedonist.”

— Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Aurelia Plath written c. February 1953

Just so you know, I have absolutely nothing to say. But I swear, I'll tell you all about it

Akira Giada, "Letters to Sau"

I recall with all my lives my reasons for forgetting.

Alejandra Pizarnik, from Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962-1972 (tr. Yvette Siegert)  (via anintimacy)

Regard the moon, La lune ne garde aucune rancune, She winks a feeble eye, She smiles into corners. She smooths the hair of the grass. The moon has lost her memory… Her hand twists a paper rose, That smells of dust and eau de Cologne, She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells That cross and cross her brain.

-T. S. Eliot, excerpt of ‘Rhapsody on a Windy Night’

Hi! I wanted to thank you personally for being my first note in my entire Tumblr days. I don't know how did you find my post but nonetheless, am grateful. I also want to tell you that you don't let other people, including your family, define you. You may not be flawless but you are wonderful. If your body's made for leaving, then find a way to go and see the world. Keep writing and keep it ablaze! There's no greater thing in this world than knowing that you can be lost in words. :)

Please let me know who you are, dear daffodil. Xx This has made my day. Know that you have warmed my soul like only a book and my favourite tea can do. Thank you for everything. May life throw many smiles your way. X