Morana

I wish there was something more in life for me. (There is. There is!)

[prints]

[neckkiss]

neither..

[lifeinpoetry]

“No meals this week, but a new poem almost everyday. I am concerned by my hunger, as much as I am inured to it. Addicted to emptiness maybe. The mystics didn’t eat and were thus transformed, and transcended the flesh. Is anyone a mystic these days? Seeing past the body-artifice and looking back at the panopticon?”

— — Taylor Johnson, from “Hunger,” Inheritance

[weltenwellen]

Anais Nin, Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin, 1939-1947

[lmaonade]

going clown spotting 

[xtec]

have you checked the mirror

[lmaonade]

well if you want me to die you can just say so

[compulsive]

[antigonick]

“Your face is closer to me than my own. Phantom memory. How I’d love to kill you—”

—

Alejandra Pizarnik, excerpt of “Words of the Wind [Paroles du vent]”, trans. by Patricio Ferrari and Forrest Gander in The Galloping Hour

Source — Ton visage est plus près de moi que le mien. Mémoire fantôme. Comme j’aimerais te tuer—

[serious]

everytime i see you

[ngarigo]

[solemn-hypnoticv-deactivated201]

[1995june]

[winterfellis]

[alt-j-deactivated20171027]

i went on a walk

[sentimentalization-deactivated2]

[bad-days-are-ok]

Artist is Comicname

[abandonedloveseries]

[brokeuniverseslaws]

The past comes at night to haunt me

Dreams I keep coming back to

I remember being seven years old and waking up to an empty house, opening the front door to air covered by mist

I remember fallen leaves and broken trees, death and life coming together in all it’s magnificence

I still remember being utterly alone, searching for a twin soul, some broken part of myself

There was nothing out there.