♱ haru ♱

yami kawaii lvr : jfashion : sanrio 月明かりの王女

[enchantedmoonlightprincess]

so close starting to press play in my own videogame

[cache-e]

“You do not know to what extent I guard myself, and my feelings. It is strange how you get truth from me.”

Anaïs Nin in a letter to Henry Miller, A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin Henry Miller, 1932-1953

[surqrised]

“If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.”

— Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

[latibule-e-deactivated20231012]

— Clarice Lispector, from “The Hour of the Star.”

[fureiya]

[enchantedmoonlightprincess]

[flowerytale]

Sharon Olds, from "Something Is Happening", One Secret Thing: Poems

[luthienne]

Natasha Trethewey, from Thrall: Poems; "Miracle of the Black Leg"

[Text ID: —what knowledge haunts each body, / what history, what phantom ache?]

[thepersonalwords]

“You’re seeking something, but at the same time, you are running away for all you’re worth.” - Haruki Murakami

[lifeinpoetry]

“But tenderness has disappeared from my tongue; parts of my heart are missing.”

— Joyce Sutphen, from “The Temptation to Invent,” Poetry (February 1995)

[enchantedmoonlightprincess]

i am so far away

it was so close

[theoptia]

Albert Camus, from The Myth of Sisyphus and Other Essays

Text ID: that irreplaceable voice of the heart,

[funsizepunkelf]

there's a side of the moon that you'll never see

unless you make a trip to get there

you'll pass into the shadows of the moon

and see the now-dark craters

and sit and wonder at the sight

and realize that this is where the true night is

where there is no sun

no stars

only you

and the

moon

-is the trip worth it? /please dont leave/ by Me

[lovekawaiidoll]

[thepersonalwords]

““I get it now. It’s hard to let someone find you in all the dark and twisty places inside, but eventually, you have to hope that they do, because that’s the beginning of everything.” - Julia Walton, Words on Bathroom Walls”

—

[thoughtkick]

“I don’t owe people anything, and I don’t have to talk to them any more than I feel I need to.”

— Ned Vizzini, It’s Kind of a Funny Story

[spuslblue]

“Her heart, a blend of shadows and of velvet.”

— Anna de Noailles, tr. by Jethro Bithell, from Poems; “A Heart Made Of Moss,” (via violentwavesofemotion)