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@euolivias.bsky.social
may sarton, journal of a solitude.
July 12, 2025 at 10:39 PM
may sarton, journal of a solitude.
mentally somewhere else.
July 12, 2025 at 10:36 PM
mentally somewhere else.
“a great sorrow, and one that i am only beginning to understand: we don’t get to choose our own hearts. we can’t make ourselves want what’s good for us or what’s good for other people. we don’t get to choose the people we are.”
― donna tartt, the goldfinch
― donna tartt, the goldfinch
July 12, 2025 at 10:35 PM
“a great sorrow, and one that i am only beginning to understand: we don’t get to choose our own hearts. we can’t make ourselves want what’s good for us or what’s good for other people. we don’t get to choose the people we are.”
― donna tartt, the goldfinch
― donna tartt, the goldfinch
hi, i'm back and with the old username <3
July 12, 2025 at 10:32 PM
hi, i'm back and with the old username <3
things i romanticize: rainy bus rides, unread books, being mysterious for no reason.
July 12, 2025 at 10:23 PM
things i romanticize: rainy bus rides, unread books, being mysterious for no reason.
“i dwell in possibility” - emily dickinson
July 12, 2025 at 10:18 PM
“i dwell in possibility” - emily dickinson
i hate having an internal monologue. girl shut the fuck up.
July 12, 2025 at 10:18 PM
i hate having an internal monologue. girl shut the fuck up.
from time to time, i show up here as if i had never left. it's kind of difficult for me, but i really need to vent, and i can't think of a better place than here. because i feel safe to expose all my feelings. so the next posts might be personal and completely poetic—or not.
April 2, 2025 at 2:42 PM
from time to time, i show up here as if i had never left. it's kind of difficult for me, but i really need to vent, and i can't think of a better place than here. because i feel safe to expose all my feelings. so the next posts might be personal and completely poetic—or not.
“i'm not homeless–i have a house, yet somehow, it never feels like home.”
February 24, 2025 at 4:22 AM
“i'm not homeless–i have a house, yet somehow, it never feels like home.”
tombs of the blind dead (1972)
February 24, 2025 at 2:15 AM
tombs of the blind dead (1972)
if you don't have the intention to stay forever, then don't come at all.
February 24, 2025 at 2:08 AM
if you don't have the intention to stay forever, then don't come at all.
nude with flowering branch (detail, 1863) gustave courbet
February 24, 2025 at 2:07 AM
nude with flowering branch (detail, 1863) gustave courbet
from "the unabridged journals of sylvia plath", 1950-1962
February 24, 2025 at 2:06 AM
from "the unabridged journals of sylvia plath", 1950-1962
i long for a refuge where i can rest my head, a place where the weight of torment does not cling to me like a second skin. all i desire is to feel the breeze touch my face—but even that seems to slip away, as if the air itself hesitates to be caught.
February 23, 2025 at 8:55 PM
i long for a refuge where i can rest my head, a place where the weight of torment does not cling to me like a second skin. all i desire is to feel the breeze touch my face—but even that seems to slip away, as if the air itself hesitates to be caught.
Strangers
Ethel Cain · Preacher’s Daughter · Song · 2022
open.spotify.com
February 23, 2025 at 8:53 PM
what do you mean I can't control everything, why not.
February 23, 2025 at 8:50 PM
what do you mean I can't control everything, why not.