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🌗 a selenophile

[bronzyglow]

this blog is a museum of my heart

[metamorphesque]

The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring, J.R.R. Tolkien

[inkpressedpetals]

[mournfulroses]

Louise Glück, from a poem titled "Vespers," featured in The Wild Iris: Poems, originally published in 1992

[shakespearesdaughters]

The Diaries of Franz Kafka, 1912

[prophetic-memory]

Mary Oliver, "Loneliness"

[lostlettersposts-deactivated202]

“I reached a point where nothing made sense and that was the beginning of everything real.”

[arcanewraith]

Thinking about when Marguerite Duras said “very early in my life it was too late”

[notgreatbob]

''i wasted those years'' who cares. you lived the only life you could've lived in those moments

[academiaatitsfinest]

They are not long, the days of wine and roses:  Out of a misty dream  Our path emerges for a while, then closes  Within a dream.

— Ernest Dowson

[mournfulroses]

Oscar Wilde, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Oscar Wilde

[shisasan]

"you have both; they must never leave you."

[pityroad]

— Holes, Eileen Myles, from ‘I Must Be Living Twice, New & Selected Poems 1975-2014’

[burins]

watching my promised afternoon thunderstorm slip from a 90% chance to a 20% chance.... baby come back i can change

[terrorignitis]

A tiny moon as small and white as a single jasmine flower Leans all alone above my window, on night's wintry bower, Liquid as lime-tree blossom,

D.H. Lawrence, from A White Blossom

[lostlettersposts-deactivated202]

“Some moments don’t need answers. They just need presence. To sit with what aches, and still feel the sunlight.”

[ashstfu]

i don’t think people understand how much of life is grief. not just people dying, but losing the version of yourself you thought you’d become. grieving the city you had to leave. the friends you lost not in argument, but in silence. the summer that will never come back. the feeling that maybe you peaked at 12 when you were reading books under the covers and believing in forever

[wideeyed-wonders]

"If my book is not perfect then-"

Then what? People will actually discuss it? fill your plotholes with fanfiction and headcanons?

People dont care about perfection. perfection is boring. if your story is perfect people will forget about it. its how we are wired. we remember the strange, the weird and all things left open.

Perfection isnt the goal, interesting is