mi animule

"You are made of wildflowers and sunlight; wandering is etched into your soul." 

[feral-ballad]

I am glad it cannot happen twice, the fever of first love. For it is a fever, and a burden, too, whatever the poets may say.

Daphne Du Maurier, from Rebecca

[weltenwellen]

Franny Choi, from “Catastrophe is Next to Godliness”

[ruhlare]

[tangerinesofmint]

[text id:

"your pain is safe with me and i will stay with you longer than your sorrows if you let me," he said.

end id.]

[weltenwellen]

Hanif Abdurraqib, A Little Devil in America: Notes in Praise of Black Performance

[derangedrhythms]

Ted Hughes, Tales from Ovid; from ‘Echo and Narcissus’

[beyond-the-pale-deactivated2023]

@mrgryphon - The thrill, the fear, the hope, oil on paper, 2021

Twitter

[themakeupbrush]

Elie Saab Spring 2022 Couture

[cluster123456]

Works from the plaster gallery at the Antonio Canova Museum. In 1917, the museum was bombed and the artworks damaged. Here we see them catalogued soon after (photos by Stefano Serafin, 1918).

[twirld]

Springtime (detail) Pierre-Auguste Cot

[aaaangel444]

[funeral]

Chuck Palahniuk, Choke

[thoughtkick]

“I feel unspeakably lonely. And I feel - drained. It is a blank state of mind and soul I cannot describe to you as I think it would not make any difference. Also it is a very private feeling I have - that of melting into a perpetual nervous breakdown. I am often questioning myself what I further want to do, who I further wish to be; which parts of me, exactly, are still functioning properly. No answers, darling. At all.”

— Anne Sexton

[keremelcream]

Allie Ray, Holler

[itsgiving]

[twirld]

Joan of Arc (detail, 1882) Dante Gabriel Rossetti

[enchantedbook]

Musician angel

Henri Pinta (1864–1901)

[metamorphesque]

— Susan Sontag, As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks

[text ID: My library is an archive of longings.]