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Goatsong by Leila Chatti
A wizard who terribly misses his witch when they are not together…
I am going to transmute from hysteria to health, from emotion to action, from weakness to strength on earth.
— ANAÏS NIN ⚜️ Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1939–1947, (2013)
“you are still learning. you are still changing. you are still growing. breathe. you will find your way.”
— Unknown
“Never apologize for how you feel. No one can control how they feel. The sun doesn’t apologize for being the sun. The rain doesn’t say sorry for falling. Feelings just are.”
— Iain S. Thomas, Intentional Dissonance (via perfectfeelings)
“Strangeness is a necessary ingredient in beauty.”
— Charles Baudelaire (via thequotejournals)
cannot get this fanart out of my MINDDDDDD @avendell
“There are days when she can hold the burden of the world with her arms And there are also days when she can’t even hold the burden of her mind.”
— “Dear, Atlas” from Repressed Feelings
“The stars are not silent; they sing songs too ancient for hurried ears.”
— Llewellyn Vaughan-Lee, The World Soul
Everything is alive and thriving in Death’s garden. Even the gardener, Life, is Death in disguise.
—Li-Young Lee, excerpt of "Almost Awake", in Rose
Momentarily at times when, after reading certain books, his disgust for everyday life was accentuated, he longed for lenitive hours in a cloister, where the monotonous chant of prayers in an incense-laden atmosphere would bring on a somnolence, a dreamy rapture of mystical ideas.
— Joris-Karl Huysmans trans. Keene Wallace, Là-bas
“Not for the first time I feel that this place is haunted, by the ghosts of those not yet dead, my own included.”
— Margaret Atwood, from Bluebeard’s Egg.
Lilies in your veins. Lilac and blackcurrant nested in your hair. We hibernate in that fragrant labyrinth.
— JEAN COSSETTE ⚜️ L’érotisme et la Mort: Poèmes, (1995)
You singe my heavy dreams. I will hold you in my mouth like salt, a talisman against the odds of one dusky night throwing all her stars.
— SYBIL KLEIN ⚜️ Creole Journal: The Louisiana Poems, (2010)
“Aún no sé si calificarme como masoquista empedernida o cobarde sin remedio.
Una antítesis constante a la cual me aferro como un náufrago al faro más lejano. Una luz paupérrima, casi inexistente, pero que interpreta el papel de ancla. Basta saber que está allí para continuar. Para nadar a contra corriente si es necesario.”
“Love that lingers beyond the veil does not decay—it becomes the echo that haunts and heals in equal measure.”
— Alice Notley, The Descent of Alette
“Anger is supposed to be liberating, so goes the mythology, but her anger has not freed her in any way that she can see. It’s only made her emptier, flowing out of her like this.”
— Margaret Atwood, from Bluebeard’s Egg.