[fadeau]

[missinyouiskillingme]

“I don’t know what they are called, the spaces between seconds — but I think of you always in those intervals.”

― Salvador Plascencia, The People of Paper

[hue-d]

[bebemoon]

“Every creature is a glittering, glistening mirror of divinity.”

— St. Hildegard of Bingen (via eternal-echoes)

[angel-hues]

[derangedrhythms]

“while night clatters and mirrors open and everything tears inside because of your absence.”

— Alejandra Pizarnik, The Galloping Hour: French Poems; from ‘I check for you in the wind’, tr. Patricio Ferrari & Forrest Gander

[space-pics]

LHA 120-N11 in the Large Magellanic Cloud by Hubble Space Telescope / ESA

[derangedrhythms]

“Last night was hell; I feel completely paralysed, away from you; I’m not hungry; I can’t sleep; can’t read; can’t think. I’ll be all right, but not by recovering from missing you; only by learning, and it must take a good deal of learning, how to live with this huge whistling hole in my guts and heart.”

— Sylvia Plath, The Letters of Sylvia Plath Volume I: 1940–1956 ⁠— Ted Hughes, 4th October 1956

[cruellesummer]

roaring twenties, tossing pennies in the pool

[darkacademiaquotes]

"Romantic obsession is my first language. I live in a world of fantasies, infatuation and love poems. Sometimes I wonder if the yearning I've felt for others was more of a yearning for yearning itself. I've pined insatiably and repeatedly: for strangers, new lovers, unrequited flames. While the subjects changed, that feeling always remained. Perhaps, then, I have not been so infatuated with the people themselves, but with the act of longing."

-Melissa Broder, from "Life without Longing," The New York Times

[sulfatto-deactivated20241018]

[summerlyrics]

“Now that I know, I wish you left me wondering.” (Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve by Taylor Swift)

[summerlyrics]

“Now that I’m grown, I’m scared of ghosts. Memories feel like weapons.” (Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve by Taylor Swift)

[nagask]

[missinyouiskillingme]

One day, you realise that there are some people you’ll never see again. At least, not in the same way.

— Iain S. Thomas, I Wrote This For You

[dreamypng]

[infpisme]