“What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age.”
- Sylvia Plath
“literary sext: Tell me you don’t know how to midnight without me. Send me a picture of that empty space on the couch beside you. Say this is yours; this loneliness for love when the sun is off dreaming. Tell me you can see the ghost of me curling up, wrapping myself around your warmth. Tell me this is how the sky must feel when she meets the horizon. This is how it feels to come home.”
— Schuyler Peck (via schuylerpeck)
Charles Wright, from "The Southern Cross", The World of Ten Thousand Things: Poems 1980-1990 [ID'd]
Shibuya - Tokyo, Japan
If I had a single flower for every time I think about you, I could walk forever in my garden.
by daniel_casson
Crashing out over an old lost love. A safe space for my thoughts and mild optimism. 2025She/They
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