"Come With Me Now To See My World. Where There's Beauty Beyond Your Dreams. Can You Feel The Things I

Courtney Marie Andrews, from Old Monarch: Poems; “See”

[Text ID: “How rare to see someone and feel. / How rare to see someone and know / you are not alone, / for your eyes are theirs, / your pain, too. / How rare to truly see someone.”]

— unknown (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

real sufferers don't let anyone know. even themselves.

— Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin (Vol. 1: 1931-1934) (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

Joy Sullivan, from “These Days People Are Really Selling Me On California”, Instructions for Traveling West

Franz Kafka, from a letter to Milena Jesenka featured in "Letters to Milena,"

16 April, 1939 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov

Louise Glück, from Faithful and Virtuous Night: Poems; "A Foreshortened Journey,"

to love someone is firstly to confess: i'm prepared to be devastated by you. by A History of My Brief Body by Billy-Ray Belcourt

Joseph Brodsky, from The Selected Poems of Joseph Brodsky; "A Song,"