running wild in the woods

[mournfulroses]

Katherine Mansfield, from a poem titled "Very Early Spring," featured in The Selected Poems of Katherine Mansfield

[mournfulroses]

Sara Torres, from her novel titled "X Is Where I Am," orginally published in March 2026

[death-277]

You Are My Moon

I love the moon..

but that was never about the sky.

The stars spill themselves across the dark,

restless, flickering,

begging to be seen,

but I have never learned

how to love a crowd.

My eyes have always searched

for something quieter,

something that doesn’t tremble

when the night gets heavy.

And then there was you.

Not loud, not endless..

just there,

hanging in my silence

like you belonged to it.

You don’t shine the way they do.

You don’t have to.

There’s something softer in you...

a light that doesn’t reach for attention,

but finds me anyway, l

ike it knows my name

better than I do.

So let the sky keep its stars.

Let them burn themselves out

trying to be everything at once.

I only ever needed one,

and I found you where the night finally felt like home.

You are my moon.

[marypickfords]

A Dream Longer Than the Night (Niki de Saint Phalle, 1976)

[shisasan]

The Love Poems of Rumi, First published 1273

[bhaartiiiiiii]

not even you can see yourself

[kosmogrl]

[pmamtraveller]

Luca Ponsato - Does Anyone See My Suffering

[wouldiweresteadfastasthouart]

Some of my favourite quotes from Possession: A Romance by A. S. Byatt

[cottaegecore]

schedule for the week

[cherubg1rl]

[loveridden1999]

to the young who want to die by gwendolyn brooks

[bhaartiiiiiii]

The grey clouds of sadness hover above my head.

A wave of emptiness keeps returning, trying to take me with it.

It never really leaves.

All the joy around me reaches out

wanting to hold me gently in its palm

but something unknown pulls me back into the dark.

What is missing?

What is it that I’m yearning for?

Maybe the fact that it has no name

is what’s quietly breaking me apart.

[johnnycrass]

been laying down a lot lately. nothing to offer anyone anywhere. busy

[lunamonchtuna]

— Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks 1964-1980 (via lunamonchtuna)

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Taylor Jenkins Reid, The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo

[bhaartiiiiiii]

one beer please😪

[philosophybits]

“At dawn, when you have trouble getting out of bed, tell yourself: I have to go to work — as a human being. What do I have to complain of, if I’m going to do what I was born for — the things I was brought into the world to do? Or is this what I was created for? To huddle under the blankets and stay warm?”

— Marcus Aurelius, Meditations (5.1)