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Sara Teasdale, “Summer Night, Riverside”

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I’ll tell you a secret. Something they don’t teach you in your temple. The Gods envy us. They envy us because we’re mortal, because any moment might be our last. 

Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed. 

You will never be lovelier than you are now. 

We will never be here again.

TROY (2004) dir. Wolfgang Peterson

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F. Scott Fitzgerald, At Your Age

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Olivia Laing, The Lonely City

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I knew I’d follow him anywhere. When my sister used to talk about being in love, she said it felt like someone wrapping you inside of them. And that’s what I felt like now, like slowly I was being wrapped inside of him, inside his eyes, inside his voice, inside the way he talked about things.

Jaqueline Woodson, If You Come Softly

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Girls who are dreamy, girls who spend whole days lying down, girls who read whatever they come across, girls who are melancholy and bored.

Anton Chekhov, Verochka

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Edith Wharton, The Custom of The Country

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Sara Teasdale, from "The Star" in Rivers to the Sea

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i try to be chill but my brain writes essays about everything

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Mary Oliver, from "Habits, Differences, and The Light that Abides" in Long Life: Essays and Other Writings

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Summer is officially here, so a friendly reminder to drink plenty of water, wear sunscreen religiously, and stay indoors between 11 am and September 1st.

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Why is life so tragic like a strip of pavement over an abyss… it's having no children, living away from friends, failing to write well, spending too much on food, growing old… unhappiness is everywhere; just beyond the door; or stupidity which is worse, still I don't pluck the nettle out of me.

Virginia Woolf, in a diary entry dated 25 October 1920 from A Writer’s Diary

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Charlotte Brontë, Villette

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Velimir Khlebnikov, from Collected Works, Vol.III: Selected Poems