all my life’s buried here, heap earth upon it

mari, 21+, she/her.

[thecollectibles]

Lighthouse by Jie Ma

[weltenwellen]

Didi Jackson, from "Poem With the Last Line as the First"

[the-ankush-says-deactivated2023]

E. E SCOTT

[weltenwellen]

Mary Oliver, from “On Meditating, Sort Of”, Blue Horses

[nuooage]

[nuooage]

[aemondtargaryens]

Swann Arlaud as Vincent Renzi

ANATOMIE D'UNE CHUTE 2023 — dir. Justine Triet

[aemondtargaryens]

behind the scenes of petit paysan

[weltenwellen]

“All I want is not to poison life anymore with tragedy. My tears are exhausted, my capacity for suffering is exhausted.”

— Anaïs Nin, Fire: From “A Journal of Love”: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1934–1937

[devilands]

[lizormianillustration]

whatever was left, that was ours for a while.

sunrise - louise glück

LizzieOrmian.redbubble.com

[joytri]

[garden-of-hesperides]

“My heart wants roots My mind wants wings I cannot bear Their bickerings.”

— E.Y. Harburg  (via paper-fairy)

[lavielivre]

Sonnet LXV by Pablo Neruda

Matilde, where are you? Down here I noticed, under my necktie and just above my heart, a certain pang of grief between the ribs, you were gone that quickly. I needed the light of your energy, I looked around, devouring hope. I watched the void without you that is like a house, nothing left but tragic windows. Out of sheer taciturnity the ceiling listens to the fall of the ancient leafless rain, to feathers, to whatever the night imprisioned; so I wait for you like a lonely house till you will see me again and live in me. Till then my windows ache.

Original Spanish version here.

[interkellar]

[run-florist-run]

Puzzle purse love tokens from 1790 to 1816

[darlingroisin]

when the teacher calls you up to the board to solve an equation and you do it wrong so she has to talk you through it and the homies are in the back of the classroom giggling, & when she's done you gotta walk back to your seat and laugh too and pretend like you aren't embarrassed