* IMAGERY & EDITS .

[mangotrash]

me: i won’t get jealous me: who…that… :-)… .…

[narratorstragedy]

i think i’m going to become an unreliable narrator. if you see me obscuring the full truth or saying things that directly contradict each other, don’t worry about it.

[minima--moralia]

At dusk the voice of your love intones within my heart.

Hafez, in an excerpt from Three, featured in The Poems of Hafez (via minima--moralia)

[anythingaloud-deactivated202502]

I moonbathed diligently, as others sunbathe.

Denise Levertov, excerpt from “The Well”  (via oiseauperdu)

[minima--moralia]

Today, tomorrow, the same as yesterday—there’ll be no one in my life but you, my dear.

Guy de Maupassant, in Like Death (via minima--moralia)

[minima--moralia]

—to me, everything is magic.

Alice Walker, in an excerpt from Journal, featured in Living by the Word: Selected Writings, 1973-1983 (via minima--moralia)

[laduree-et-cigarettes]

Summer feelings: Eat just fruit, drink just wine…eat just fruit, drink just wine….

[bloomflowersbloom]

I really love feeling the sun

[poovellamkettuppar]

*seductively slips into existential melancholy*

[gothicprep]

[bottles up feelings and lets them age for 10 years like a fine wine]

[lovelysuggestion]

I want to be unafraid. I want to be full of light and love and kindness. I want to go on adventures and rejoice in the beauty of living.

[minima--moralia]

The whispers of people who don’t exist, the breath of the dead.

Haruki Murakami, in Kafka on the Shore (via minima--moralia)

[artfully-wayward]

Linda Pastan, from a poem titled, "Why Are Your Poems So Dark?"

Image ID: "Ask the moon.

Ask what it has witnessed."

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

My soul, we have gulity knowledge of our loneliness, […] And our guilt keeps us from Paradise.

Vladimir Levchev, from section 2 of “The Refuge,” transl. Henry Taylor, Poetry (April 1996)

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

It hovers between memory and dream.

A.O. Scott, from “At the New York Film Festival, a Defense of Human Dignity,” The New York Times (30 September 2016)

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

Tell me, what names have been whispered at your altar? What language would you like me to use when I whisper yours?

Kerry Banazek, from section iv of “As an Experiment,” Seneca Review (vol. 40, no. 2, Fall 2010)  (via antigonick)

[firelorcl]

i scare people lots because i walk very softly and they don’t hear me enter rooms so when they turn around i’m just kind of there and their fear fuels me