Nunquam Iterum

Finally finding happiness. Original writing tagged #chaosfades // Messy side side blog for rough drafts/reblogs || main blog @wind-some-light || TF❤️

[chaosfades]

The chaos has faded.

[nixscriptum]

[perrfectly]

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— prtygal777

[megthemariner]

@ryebreadgf / The Truth About Grief, Fortesa Latifi / bone deep, m.v.e / Sidewalk, Richard Silken / unknown / 60 hours, m.v.e / @itsblackleader / Salt, Nayyirah Waheed / @heavensghost

[writing4coffee]

What do you mean this isn't some horrible nightmare?

What do you mean this is my life now?

[feral-ballad]

Joy Sullivan, from Instructions for Traveling West: Poems; “Howl”

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Khalil Gibran

[mournfulroses]

Anne Sexton, from a letter featured in Anne Sexton; A Self-Portrait In Letters

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

{Words by Anaïs Nin, from The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 4 (1944-1947) / Cynthia Cruz from diagnosis,The glimmering room}

[weltenwellen]

Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1931–1934

[89words]

But my heart is agitated, it has its dreams, it gets emotional, and it’s become passionate… It asks things of me, and it keeps me from sleeping many nights…

Paulo Coelho - 'The Alchemist'

[the-homie-sexual]

“It was never just because she was pretty, it was so much more than that. It’s the way her heart beat for everyone, even the people who hurt her. It’s the way she had her secrets and you just wanted to know them all. It’s the way her mind is an adventure I can’t get enough of. It’s the way she makes me want to be a better person. It’s the way her smile could light up a room. And her eyes, oh, her eyes.”

— IG: @rachelmburgess

[anthro-apology]

Anne Carson (2009)

Arthur S. Way (1898)

George Theodoridis (2010)

Ian C. Johnston (2010)

E.P. Coleridge (1910)

Theodore Alois Buckley (1892)

John Peck, Frank Nisetich (1995)

R. Potter (1906)

M. L. West (1987)

William Arrowsmith (1958)

Philip Vellacott (1972)

Michael Wodhull (1782)

Kenneth McLeish (1997)

David Kovacs (2002)

Andrew Wilson (1993)

Euripides - Original (408 BCE)

[metamorphesque]

— i love you much(most beautiful darling), E. E. Cummings

[wind-some-light]

My Lover

My lover is sky  His heart is the sun  It burns him from within  And keeps him undone 

His eyes are on fire  His tongue and his teeth Are an ozone layer To temper the heat 

Warmth pours out of lungs Exhaled light and love  But the inside of his skin  Is slowly burning up 

Of desire and disdain  Such a one should beware  Lest he find himself trying  To subside solar flares 

My lover is sky  Our love is the sea  His heart is the sun 

His world  is me 

n.a.

[89words]

“Love me. Love me always and in spite of everything. It is now, it is now that you must love me beyond myself. Wait for me. Wait. Wait for your presence to revive me. Love me, keep your trust in me and don’t abandon me. Surround me with all your warmth. I love you. I love you. I am worthless without you. I don’t exist without you. Wait and come back to me, always loving me. I kiss you like I did last night.”

— Maria Casarès to Albert Camus, Correspondance, January 31, 1950 [#158] 

[quotemadness]

“I’ve spent so much time in my head and in my heart that I forgot to live in my body.”

— Tara Hardy