The quiet things

My brain hums with scraps of poetry and madness. Only the few closest to my heart will ever know the true depths of my soul. I'm sensitive, emotional, a mother, searching, growing, loving, always and forever spilling my guts, sending my thoughts to far off destinations, quite often lonely and trying to make sense of the world; here you will find pieces of me, heart spilling over, screaming to be heard.

[youaintpunk]

[you-are-another-me]

[suonko]

by Elihu Vedder

[ghostowlattic]

Apollo and Daphne, Jakob Auer, Vienna, before 1688

[oldwinesoul]

[ex0skeletal-undead]

Paintings by Jason Limon on Instagram

[ombre-originelle]

William Bouguereau - L'amour et Psyché (1889)

[funnieshaha]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“Perhaps you are, like me, a romantic who dreams of something very spiritual,”

— Federico García Lorca, from a letter to María del Reposo Urquía c. 1918

[zegalba]

L’oeil d’Aramon designed by garden designer Pascal Cribier

[unsubconscious]

DADA “Light My Fingers” candle by Claire Olshan

[talonabraxas]

Rings of Saturn Machado Leao

[talonabraxas]

Kali Ma goddess, the Divine Mother, the Dark Mother, the Terrible Mother. She is the Hindu goddess of time, creation, preservation, and destruction.

[chiarabbbella]

this is so powerful.

[luminous-void]

Sergey Kuznetsov, Sunset, n.d.

[megacosms]

What sort of alternative society and culture do you imagine?

[02void]

K W