― 1Q84, Haruki Murakami

[text ID: I am nothing. I’m like someone who’s been thrown into the ocean at night, floating all alone. I reach out, but no one is there. I call out, but no one answers. I have no connection to anything.]

Holy Wild, Gwen Benaway

"I've been trying to go home my whole life—"

— Chelsea Dingman, from "Psychogeography," published in The Los Angeles Review (via lifeinpoetry)

If you look down and see the stars, what will you see when you look up?

lovely bit of existential dread from brennan lee mulligan

Lord Byron, Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage

Love will not save you. But it will hold your hand while you save yourself. And in a world that sometimes seems void of goodness, in a world that sometimes feels too heavy to bear, I think that is all we are really searching for. Someone by our side. Someone who grounds us. Someone who will quietly hug us for twenty minutes straight while we figure it all out. I think that is all anyone really needs. Someone who sees them. Someone who stays.

Bianca Sparacino

Richard Siken, from “The Dislocated Room”

White Owl Flies Into and Out of the Field, Mary Oliver

Li-Young Lee, The Gift