#lit

[miseria-fortes-viros]

ultimately the truth about frankenstein is that we are all grotesque amalgamations of the best and worst parts of everyone who came before us. and sometimes the people who are supposed to love us because of and in spite of this will not. and we can kill them with hammers for that. and i think that’s beautiful

[soracities]

Charles Wright, from "Thinking of Georg Trakl", Country Music: Selected Early Poems [ID'd]

[spectrenun]

Juansen Dizon, i am the architect of my own destruction

[mournfulroses]

Clarice Lispector, from her novel titled "The Passion According to G. H.," originally published in 1964

[futuristic-koala]

[m00wd]

Sometimes you need to sleep, sleep a lot. Not to escape, but to rest your soul from your feelings. Because everything, absolutely everything devours you. Completely.

—Brain

[shisasan]

From February 16 to 17, 1913 Letters to Felice by Franz Kafka First published : 1973

[scriptastra]

[ahotknife]

megan lynne

[thepersonalquotes]

[thoughtkick]

I spent my childhood learning how to fear, and now I spend my adulthood learning how not to.

Gemma Troy

[inkpressedpetals]

[soracities]

"Absolutely no one comes to save us but us."

Ismatu Gwendolyn, "you've been traumatized into hating reading (and it makes you easier to oppress)", from Threadings, on Substack [ID'd]

[resqectable]

It’s so hard to leave- until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world

Unknown

[mournfulroses]

Trista Mateer, from a poem featured in her collection titled The Dogs I Have Kissed