…and the weight of the earth is pressed to my ribs.
— Virginia Woolf, from The Waves 
I say to myself, why must I hide from the thing I love the most?
— Anne Sexton, from A Self-Portrait In Letters

Anonymous: any advice for someone who's so tired with the world that she's contemplating suicide?

violentwavesofemotion:

have another cup of coffee

Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. Water is not a solid wall, it will not stop you. But water always goes where it wants to go, and nothing in the end can stand against it. Water is patient. Dripping water wears away a stone. Remember that, my child. Remember you are half water. If you can’t go through an obstacle, go around it. Water does.
— Margaret Atwood, The Penelopiad

vllmnn:

the only thing I think that can possibly make me feel better right now is beauty: I need golden light and large bodies of water and trees and humidity and in the evenings, I want to watch it all sparkle over the quiet and smile and think, “right now, this is beautiful and this is okay because it is bigger than me, than my tiny little fragile heart. there is no one I want to see, nothing I want to do. I just want to be gone and searching.

And once more, in the middle of August, I was arrowing through the solitudes of the sky.
— Simone de Beauvoir, Force of Circumstance
I look at you and see all the ways a soul can bruise, and I wish I could sink my hands into your flesh and light lanterns along your spine so you know that there’s nothing but light when I see you
Shinji Moon
You were the one that I wanted to feel the earth rotate with.
— Shinji Moon, from This Is No Longer About You
O dark dark dark. They all go into the dark,
The vacant interstellar spaces, the vacant into the vacant
— T. S. Eliot, “East Coker