Piel Morena

[chibaniseb13]

[weltenwellen]

May Sarton, The House by the Sea

[mournfulroses]

Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry featured in “The Selected Diaries of Virginia Woolf,”

[mournfulroses]

Anna de Noailles, translated by Jethro Bithell, from Poems; "A Heart Made Of Moss,"

[fictionalaffection]

you’re the dried flower between the pages of my favorite book

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Franz Kafka // Richard Siken

[r-siken-deactivated20210531]

love from a distance, richard siken

[robert-hadley]

TUDOR HOUSE - Home of Susan Ownes and Stephen Calloways. Photo by Christopher Horwood

[there-ssomuchbeautyinastorm]

[thelatinlibrarian-deactivated20]

[dramatic sigh of longing for a romantic relationship]

[geopsych]

Woodland spring, early May. Good time to take a deep breath.

[esos-ojos-de-miel]

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[esos-ojos-de-miel]

I have never felt this way before, and to be quite honest, it feels as though this shit is consuming me whole. My anxiety is a constant in my life. A never ending cycle. The suspense is the worst. As I lay in bed every morning, preparing for the day, I feel it. Slowly building itself up for its appearance. It follows me throughout my day. A strong pressure, presence, on my shoulders that escalates to difficulty breathing–slow and shallow breaths. The constant knot in my stomach, not similar to the jitters I'd often feel as a kid when my childhood crush would compliment, or smile at me endearingly. This knot feels as though its purpose is to climb up my throat and consume me entirely. I hate living this way. The constant threat of whether or not it will show for the day. I truly cannot wait for the day this feeling ends. – I would never wish this on anyone.

[peacefulandcozy]

Instagram credit: cosyfaerie

[infected]

Assemblée nationale, Paris, photo by herrbap

[tjagbo]

[chillpotato]

- Anne Sexton, from the 'Truth The Dead Know'

[consecuences]