(submitted by ya-vypil-etu-petrikov)
Time Is Meaningless, Like This Poem
All I wish for:
recovery from the past,
repression of the present,
redemption for the future.
All I wish I didn’t want:
recovery of the past,
retention of the present,
relief of the future.
I wish I never needed you.
I wish I didn’t need you.
I wish I wouldn’t need you.
Hi Tumblr. I just came here to breathe for a while. Bye!
Do what needs to be done and just don’t entertain the selfish thoughts please, Marian. That’s life.
I’m still alive. I’m still alive.
"Only those who still have hope can benefit from tears. When they finish, they feel better. But to those without hope, whose anguish is basic and permanent, no good comes from crying. Nothing changes for them. They usually know this, but still can’t help crying."
— Nathanael West, The Day of the Locust (via wordsnquotes)
"I think I’m far too hopeful and trusting…Because I grew up with this naïve expectation of people doing right, I get shocked by every little violation. But however naïve I might be, I do feel that books have a unique way of stopping time in a particular moment and saying: Let’s not forget this."