memory is just another form of imagination

metaphorformetaphor:

“Memories I had locked away have begun to break free, like shards of ice fracturing off an arctic shelf. In sleep, these broken floes drift towards the morning light of remembrance.”

— Tan Twan Eng, from The Garden of Evening Mists (Myrmidon, 2011)

ironingthepages:

• 𝙾𝚑, 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 •

handwrittenloveletter-deactivat:

heather havrilesky

weepingwidar:

Mark Laver (Canadian, 1970) - If I Could Make the World as Pure, and Strange as What I See (2022)

existential-celestial:

“It is June. I am tired of being brave.”

— Anne Sexton, from “The Truth the Dead Know”

gizgibi-deactivated20221009:

lifeinpoetry:

I met you and now
I am kind to myself in my sleep

and how do you explain that?

— Laura Marris, from “Tell Me Gently,” published in The Shallow Ends

tn-redhead:

You choose the book, please

iambrillyant:

“the need to over explain yourself can be a trauma response in itself. your truth is your truth and no one can ever take that away from you. how you feel isn’t going to be made more valid by trying to get the ones who misunderstand you to see things from your point of view.”

— iambrillyant