You want to cry aloud for your
mistakes. But to tell the truth the world
doesn’t need any more of that sound. — From The Poet with His Face in His Hands by Mary Oliver (via hush-syrup)
I clawed my way into the light but the light is just as scary. I’d rather quit. I’d rather be sad. It’s too much work. — Richard Siken, from “Self-Portrait Against Red Wallpaper,” War of the Foxes (via zuiol)
