[petaltexturedskies]

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“I came home. I enjoyed my bath. I enjoyed perfuming myself. I knew I was born for this, to do it over and over again, the ritual of the dressing, the perfuming for love, for sensuality. I enjoyed everything sensually,”

— Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary; 1939-1947

[hxlsbrwc-deactivated20251021]

“More love is found in grief than in love itself.”

—Lang Leav, September Love

[poetryforall]

[petaltexturedskies]

June was white. I see the fields white with daisies, and white with dresses; and tennis courts marked with white. Then there was wind and violent thunder. There was a star riding through clouds one night, and I said to the star, "Consume me." That was at midsummer, after the garden party and my humiliation at the garden party. Wind and storm coloured July.

Virginia Woolf, The Waves

[philosophybits]

“If you live long enough, you’ll see that every victory turns into a defeat.”

— Simone de Beauvoir, All Men are Mortal

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Nipuna Mehta (via @nipsyyy)

[hirxeth]

[weltenwellen]

Danez Smith, Don't Call Us Dead

[typewriter-worries]

[ Text ID: i have no more room for grief. it's everywhere now. listen to my laugh and if you pay attention you'll hear a wake. ]

[nobrashfestivity]

Hieronymus Bosch, God casting out the rebel angels from Heaven. Detail from The Haywain Triptych, ca. 1516

[grickgrack]

[nobrashfestivity]

Charles Herbert Woodbury The North Atlantic 1902 oil on canvas canvas: 101.6 x 142.2 cm (40 x 56 in.) Worcester Art Museum

[the-prince-of-cups]

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Evelyn Graham Frost, ‘Memory’

[ptimepoet]

- Clementine Von Radics

[stardust0744]

In my dreams you’re touching my face and asking me if I wanna try again

[lunamonchtuna]

— Franz Kafka, from Letters to Milena (via lumamonchtuna)

[bornjanuary]

'Come back, even as a shadow, even as a dream.