Kaveh Akbar

Robert Wood Lynn, “Bringing a Gun to Chekhov’s House”

I Done Clicked My Heels Three Times, Taylor Byas

getting to that time of the year where the sun will straight up project childhood memories onto your bedroom wall at about 3 or 4 pm

“APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding / Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing / Memory and desire, stirring / Dull roots with spring rain.”

— T. S. Eliot, from “The Wasteland,” in Selected Poems

Goatsong, Leila Chatti

I want it back = I drag its dead weight forward 

Focusing on what’s rooted in reality has reduced so much of my overthinking time. If a friend is already out of my life, there’s no point dissecting our interactions from back when we were friends. If I already broke up w someone, there’s no point thinking about the could-have-beens because they will never happen. If I’m into someone but it wouldn’t work for whatever reason, then it just doesn’t. Something just is or just isn’t. There’s a lesson to take from everything but I also don’t want to use that as a catch-all excuse of getting into the weeds for something when the weeds have already been cut off and it doesn’t even matter anymore

youre gonna grow up and realize just how much more lightheartedness you need in life

Life, and Nothing More… (1992), dir. Abbas Kiarostami

anne carson is so crazy imagine just saying something like this in casual conversation