divinity crowned in ruin

"I write so as not to die alone."

[z-ndjenja]

“Show me the most damaged parts of your soul, and i will show you how it still shines like gold.”

— Nikita Gill

[poetry-siir]

If I were consistent with what I now feel, I should bite my veins out, let them drip in every corner until I run dry.

poetry-siir © (via poetry-siir)

[luthienne]

Sarah Kay, No Matter the Wreckage; “Postcards”

[luthienne]

Adonis, from Selected Poems; “Rage” (tr. Khaled Mattawa)

[quotemadness]

What worries you, masters you.

John Locke (via quotemadness)

[mournfulroses]

I remember the feeling. It was a feeling of hopeless sadness.

Virginia Woolf, from “A Sketch of the Past,” written c. 1939 (via mournfulroses)

[mournfulroses]

Virginia Woolf, from a diary featured in “The Diary of Virginia Woolf: Volume II,”

[mournfulroses]

“I see the sun, and if I don’t see the sun, I know it’s there. And there’s a whole life in that, in knowing that the sun is there.”

— Fyodor Dostoevsky, tr. by David McDuff, from “The Brothers Karamazov,”

[somnolentsuggestions]

being individuals together is so intimate. let’s read different books but curled up next to each other, let’s visit a coffee shop so you can study & i can write, let’s just be near each other

[evilbuildingsblog]

Stack Rock Fort

[salemwitchtrials-deactivated202]

Excerpt from The Complete Poems by Anne Sexton

[heavenx-deactivated20220816]

Hayley Williams- Watch Me While I Bloom // Ocean Vuong- Thanksgiving 2006 // Richard Siken- Saying Your Names //Phoebe Brigers- Funeral // Marya Hornbacher- Madness: A Bipolar Life // Halsey- I Would Leave Me If I Could // Clarice Lispector ― A Breath of Life

[megairea]

I hid my heart in a nest of roses, Out of the sun’s way, hidden apart;

Algernon Charles Swinburne, from A Ballad of Dreamland, 1878 (via megairea)

[tekehu-archive]

Mýrdalssandur, Iceland

[coiour-my-world]

Foliage Fall ~ Greg Boratyn

[nicrwilson]

Misty Doubtful Sound || Nic Wilson

[sunsounds]

“Dreamlike / the taste of you / sharpens my tongue like a thousand shells, / bitter, metallic.”

— Olga Broumas, Beginning with O; “Sleeping Beauty” (via luthienne)