The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1920–1923

Spent some of the day on the grass with Sebastian, listening to music and watching him eat weeds

Pictured: me, when my mother says “at least I didn’t sexually abuse you”

Personal affirmations

I am not responsible for others upset feelings

I don’t have to maintain friendships that don’t serve me

I am not responsible for the emotional reactions of others

I am entitled to tell somebody when they have upset me

I am deserving of being listened to

I am deserving of genuine apologies

'fingertips' by lana del rey

Why am I, the 18 year old granddaughter with blood cancer, feeling guilty about not speaking to my nanna often enough? She doesn’t contact ME!!! The cancer patient!!! Leave me alone guilt omg

Anthony Thomas Lombardi, from "self-portrait as murmuration"

I am just a girl.

What if all there is is this body being hurtled forwards, over and over again, forwards, up and down and forwards forevermore?

To be hurtled forwards is to have a desired destination, an end. And what if all there is is the end of the body? Forwards, thrown, and dragged over jagged edges of sharp toothed words, the body pulp from the blades of it all, a mass of flesh and blood and bone being hurtled forwards, towards the end, forever? And if life after life exists then the body never stops being hurtled forwards? Cogs crush the bones as you are used to provide a service to another who is used to provide a service to you, and you are both hurtled forwards towards the end, indefinitely, infinitely. A constant of being pulled and pushed forwards, I didn’t ask for this.

Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry written in October 1920, featured in The Diary of Virginia Woolf: Vol.2, 1920-1924

"lesbians for a free Palestine"

downtown Ottawa, Ontario, Canada

— Mary Oliver, from The Gardener (via lunamonchtuna)

Sarah Fathima Mohammed, from "nocturnes in the rain"

University lectures, thinking of trying new sandwiches, Fortnite at 9.30pm, talking to Emma, my clothes being clean and dry, cats and nails and sex.

March is good!