Fyodor Dostoyevsky // Alanis Morissette

Monet's pink paintings.

— a girl is a haunted house, tathève simonyan

[text ID: I was born from a mother, like you, / Wearing nothing but the pride of innocence, / Wrapped in my blissful indifference, / But I couldn’t scream like you / And I couldn’t cry like you / And I couldn’t smile like you. / I grew up enchained to these walls, like you, / Filled with nothing but a promise of excellence / (What a merciless fraudulence!) / But I couldn’t walk like you / And I couldn’t talk like you / And I couldn’t keep the child in me alive like you. / Your existence in this world seems so effortless, / Yet I struggle to lure each breath in. / And at night, when this itch of my skin / Softly whispers that I’ll never win / Even trying alone seems so meaningless.]

Headfirst, Ocean Vuong

— Children of Shatila (1998) by Mai Masri

― Anne Carson, Plainwater: Essays and Poetry

⃞ # ☕️ 𓈒ིུ𖤛 ❘ ❙ ͏ synopsis of 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 love.

I love abusing the fuck out of the English language. I’ll just make a word up. Fuck it. Shakespeare did it too.

he lived, served cunt, died, got resurrected, served even more cunt