[firstfullmoon]

thinking about this

[aliewa]

Doctor: How many days out of a month do you feel fatigued?

Me: (stares into the camera like I’m in The Office)

[mylifeleftbehind]

32

[sakurabreeze]

“If the Olive Trees knew the hands that planted them, Their Oil would become Tears.”

— Mahmoud Darwish (via theaesth-ete)

[sakurabreeze]

“You are like night, calmed, constellated. Your silence is star-like, as distant, as true.”

— Pablo Neruda (via jardindefruits)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“My body is frozen hard with secret grief.”

— Aeschylus, tr. by Mary Lefkowitz and Romm James, from “The Oresteia,”

[voiceofnature]

“Deeper into the forest, deeper into the moonlight.”

— Margaret Atwood, from Murder in the Dark: Stories & Prose Poems; “She,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“…with burning, ardent desire.”

— Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz, tr. by Judith Thurman, from “Sonnet 187,”

[apocryphalstories]

“My heart beats differently when the moon is full.”

— apocryphalstories

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“I measured that year in sequence of vivid dreams,”

— Alice Notley, from Mysteries of Small Houses; “Remember What I Came Here to Do to This World Very Little Actually,”

[inkipri]

my routine existential meltdown

[gendernihilistanarchocommunist]

“Love doesn’t just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all the time, made new.”

— Ursula K. Le Guin (via naturaekos)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“You have the sun in you, and the softness, and the clarity.”

— Anaïs Nin, from “The Four-Chambered Heart,” originally published c. 1950

[lovestvck]

richard siken - snow and dirty rain

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“Let me write a book, for I am in prison. Life is too enslaving, too crushing, too stifling. Let me write a book, grow wings, become invisible. Let me forget my sorrows, the lies that were told me, the delusions.”

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

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“My mind is hungry. I want to wander inside an autumnal daydream,”

— Renée Vivien, tr. by Jeanette H. Foster, from “A Woman Appeared To Me,”

[whiteliight]

“Go on with your simple life, the life of the black woods, the dark gardens, the sun.”

— Bella Akhmadulina, tr Jean Valentine and Olga Carlisle, from “In The Emptied Rest Home,”

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“Delightfully, darkly, sweetly,”

— Doris Lessing, from “To Room Nineteen,” originally published c. 1963