Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

― Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

Nikki Giovanni, The Collected Poetry, 1968-1998

it is so easy for some people to just like someone or fall in love with them and here I am struggling to love my friends, nevermind myself

what another person did to you wasn’t your fault

Don’t confuse my hatred of the hyperwealthy for jealousy over what they have. I don’t want a six figure sports car, or a 40 room mansion, or a gold leaf truffle wagyu steak dinner. I want redistribution of wealth that allows for infrastructural support of all citizens’ basic survival needs.

“I can sit alone by an open window for hours if I like, and hear only bird songs, and the rustle of leaves. The trees are pure gold and orange,”

— Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Violet Dickinson wr. c. October 1904 (via woolfdaily)