[hcneybunnny]

“Dark, with brown hair, I don’t recall. Young. Magnificent eyes that mingle languor with subtlety, cruelty, despair. Slender, dressed in dark colours, black silk stockings.”

— André Breton, from “Nadja,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[soracities]

“You let your heart go a bit / Like a dog that you call back when he wanders off.”

— Jean-Michel Maulpoix, from “From all over, she flows…”, A Matter of Blue: Poems (trans. Dawn M. Cornelio)

[weltenwellen]

Margaret Atwood, from “Tricks With Mirrors”, Selected Poems, 1965-1975

[stlowens]

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals

[tendermimi]

— Mahmoud Darwish, The Dreamers Pass from One Sky to Another

[happyheidi]

half asleep, half dreaming.

by louis jean françois lagrenée and paul oxborough.

[flowerytale]

[cithaerons]

Leila Chatti, Postcard from Gone

[wholeheartedsuggestions]

[shisasan]

𝙴𝚍𝚗𝚊 𝚂𝚝. 𝚅𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚢, 𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚖, 𝚁𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚖𝚜 (𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟽)

[weltenwellen]

Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous

[theoptia]

Marie Howe, from Magdalene: Poems; "What I Did Wrong"

Text ID: His cheek against my cheek, / his mouth on my mouth, / his hands on my hair / to be gathered / close closer / This was the source of my suffering and joy

[saintweaver]

Bob Kaufman, Darkwalking Endlessly

[weltenwellen]

Emily Skaja, from “Thank You When I’m an Axe”, Brute

[seaymph]

“He did not know that when the erotic and the tender are mixed in a woman, they form a powerful bond, almost a fixation.”

— Anaïs Nin, Delta of Venus   (via loveage-moondream)

[laurapetrie]

“Love and snowflake-shaped kisses from me.”

— Edna St. Vincent Millay in a letter to Eugen Jan Boissevain, 1932

[z-ndjenja]