[rosasepulcral]

“I am a prisoner of a fairy-tale. My own softness chokes me.”

— Anna de Noailles, tr. by Jethro Bithell, from Poems; “In The Garden,” (via rocamadour)

[pink-pkmn]

ピンク イーブイ )^o^(

[pixelartarchive]

[vorpalfae]

[suonko]

by Rafał Borcz

[metamorphesque]

  ― Pablo Neruda, One Hundred Love Sonnets

[text ID: I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, / in secret, between the shadow and the soul.]

[kind-hearts-deactivated20150614]

[allura-raine]

[fawnaura]

“Lover, place your hands on my skin, find heat. This is how you warm your soul in winter.”

— Ijeoma Umebinyuo, from Questions for Ada; “Land”

[vacationstims]

♡ | jordan_decoster

[setoshi-zombie]

Artist: Sam Wolfe Connelly

[thoughtkick]

“I’m sorry you were not truly loved and that it made you cruel.”

— Warsan Shire

[bynine]

ghosties

[sweeticonstuff-deactivated20250]

[ancientsstudies]

The fog was thick and full of light, and sometimes voices.

[antiqueanimals]

Insects, Bobby Whitcombe, 1988.

[surplusontheside]