[hackedhearts-deactivated2024111]

Do you ever just mute everything else and sit very still amid the deafening silence until you speak out loud, making a sad conversation with the ghost that lives in your walls?

Do you do that, my darling?

[earthporn]

Can it be EarthPorn if it looks like it could be out of a horror movie? Buntzen Lake, British Columbia [OC] 6000x4000 by: radioblues

[muddysoul]

Shelters by Wazzerphuk on Flickr.

[requiem-on-water]

crowned death* by hallo marian*

[requiem-on-water]

The Sun Toucher by Irina Joanne

[adrasteiax]

“(…) when I looked at you, I didn’t see you I saw the me I thought you saw, as if I were someone else.”

— Marie Howe, from The Affliction in “Magdalene: Poems”

[adrasteiax]

“It was there again. The darkness.”

— Joanna Cannon, from The Trouble With Goats And Sheep

[adrasteiax]

“(…) Something’s not right about what I’m doing but I’m still doing it— living in the worst parts, ruining myself. (…)”

— Richard Siken, from Birds Hover The Trampled Field in “War Of The Foxes”

[adrasteiax]

“(…) the thought of you, Comes to destroy me; (…)”

— Edna St. Vincent Millay, from Sonnets in “Poems: Edna St. Vincent Millay”

[quietvoiced]

[quietvoiced]

[kitajgorod]

upiory.

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[kitajgorod]

дорога.

[requiem-on-water]

by E. JuLee

[requiem-on-water]

winter mood by Micha Richter

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“it hurt like a knife inside because there was no alternative except to hide as long as possible—”

— Charles Bukowski, from You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense; “Friends within the Darkness,”

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“Your heart is raw and bleeding. Everything is strange and terrible.”

— Vasily Grossman, tr. by Robert Chandler, from “Everything Flows,”