°• E a n a N o o r •°

You are Poetry that breathes.

[eananoor]

Eana Noor, It is your dark I think that has made you an angel.

[un-reveur]

How can you be late in life when it's your life?

[sairyureklim]

[nemfrog]

Constellations. Compton's Pictured Encyclopedia. v.2. 1924.

Internet Archive

[unusual-suspects]

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[nemfrog]

Sound asleep. Health Habits. 1925.

Internet Archive

[lunamonchtuna]

— Marina Tsvetaeva, in a letter to Boris Pasternak, from A Russian Psyche: The Poetic Mind of Marina Tsvetaeva (via lunamonchtuna)

[sapphorius]

[massiveladyparadise]

Suffering does not complete us; connection, self-awareness, and the courage to remain open do.

[7pleiades7]

Sappho (1850) by Joseph-Thomas Chautard (French, 1821 – 1887), oil on canvas, 92 × 192 cm (36 1/4 x 75 5/8 in), Palais Fesch Musée des Beaux-Arts

[est-nord]

[eananoor]

Coolbirth, Ina. "Longing." Sisters of the Earth: Women's Prose & Poetry about Nature, 1991.

[di-qu]

by Paco Pomet

[intopermanence]

I was my own woman.

Sylvia Plath, from “The Bell Jar”

[bestiolin]

benjamin défossez

[echoesoftheinfinite]

So, who am I really? Am I no one, literally? A collection of selves, Many names — as if they were yours as well. Am I who I claim to be, Or who I never scream to see? This is me, The source of my own misery. I don’t quite know what I am, But I know what I am not. I simply am. I only know how to be. I walk, Walk and walk endlessly, And all I ever do is lose me.

— Echoes of the infinite

[echoesoftheinfinite]

I carry the weight of an ancient soul, the vitality of a young body, and the lightness of a child's mind.