atomes crochus

[nightquotes]

“Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.” — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

[sidneysheldon]

Sidney Sheldon, “Morning, Noon, and Night”

[poetic-questions]

—Fernando Pessoa, "The Book of Disquiet"

[quotefeeling]

“I can say with great certainty and absolute honesty that I did not know what love was until I knew what love was not.”

— Unknown

[academic-burnout-poetry]

I like peeling oranges for people. It gives my hands something to do while my heart embarrasses itself.

[pmamtraveller]

By Youran Tang

[weepingwidar]

Roksana Bajda (Polish, d.o.b. unknown) - Herd (2026)

[shisasan]

I feel like a time traveler: June, July, August. Summer dissolves in my mouth and I can’t remember what it tasted like.

— Zoë Lianne, “Erasure”

[coolstarbucksforeverisboredom]

[ach-thebrother]

Masha Yankovskaya, pittrice russa (1990)

[sandmandaddy69]

[vantawan]

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Jane Hirshfield

[7pleiades7]

Saint Sebastian, (Detail), (1503-1508), by Bernardino Zaganelli (Italian, 1460 – 1510), oil on wood (probably poplar), 119.4 cm (47 in) x 44.2 cm (17.4 in), National Gallery, London

[howdoyoulikethemeggrolls]

David Hockney, Paul, France, 1968

[blueegrief]

Because this mess I made, I made with love.

—Ocean Vuong, Reasons For Staying.

[roua-poemului]

“We talked about music, read poetry, and the air between us caught fire.”

— Nikos Kazantzakis, from ‘Report to Greco’

[turnupthestrobe]