in a sane world, i fell in love with insanity.

[kissmeinvisable]

Rainy days, i’m in love

[hmzr1]

[beyondgenre-deactivated20260110]

When Khaled Hosseini wrote, "A man's heart is a wretched, wretched thing. It isn't like a mother's womb. It won't bleed. It won't stretch to make room for you." I had to just stop for a second there.

[rebelxpoetry]

Rain be gentle on my beloved, For she loves dancing to your melody.

— rebel x

[stay-close]

“I know that feeling. You have to do something. You have to change something radically, because you can’t stay like you are for another second, or you’re going to explode.”

— Jennifer Echols, Forget You (via meineluft)

[hmzr1]

there are days, i just feel ok. and, then there are the days. i feel exhausted. i struggle to sleep in night. i hold my head tight and pull my hair so the thoughts in my head stop twisting. but, there's nothing that helps me stop thinking of what I don't want to. and, it's one of those nights. im struggling.

[wedge-of-poetry]

“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.””

— Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking-Glass (via wedge-of-words)

[wedge-of-poetry]

When you're gone I shall look out of that window and think of you. I shall waste the whole evening thinking of you. I shall waste my whole life, I believe.

Virginia Woolf, Night and Day

[wedge-of-poetry]

“I am still a coward, still fearful; none of that has changed. But I turn and walk away from her. It’s like stepping off a cliff, believing the air will hold you up. And it does. I see that I don’t have to do what she says, and, worse and better, I’ve never had to do what she says. I can do what I like.”

— Margaret Atwood, Cat’s Eye

[wedge-of-poetry]

“Whenever I was on the point of speaking, I considered myself to be in ambush; and looking upon the ground, I uttered only a few words […] In order that my talk might not consist of complaint about recent happenings and become burdensome to people, my tongue remained firmly tied.”

— John Gower, Vox Clamantis (trans. by Eric W. Stockton)

[wedge-of-poetry]

“Angry, and half in love with her, and tremendously sorry, I turned away.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

[plathbelljar]

Perhaps some day I’ll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak, beauty out of sorrow.

—

The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath, Sylvia Plath

[debateviabooks]

“I couldn’t help but sense, deep within his smile, a solitude that comes from a certain sort of secret.”

— Murakami - Killing Commendatore

[hmzr1]

such a

tragedy fallen

upon

the beloved of

Muhammad (s).

an eighteen years old's

hair

turned grey

of grief

she kept

in

her heart

like a great

secret.

a secret

Ali

buried in dust

along with

ashes

of his

heart.

burnt

of

fire; that broke out

at

the door

of

fatima (s).

[hmzr1]

she kept hiding

bruises.

they left on

her face.

while; she inhaled pain

and

exhaled oppression.

with; broken ribs

she

hugged her

scared childs

of

people who invaded

her

holy house.

only; fizza

knew

of all the

pain

zehra went through.

[stay-close]

I am unable to describe exactly what is the matter with me; now and then there are horrible fits of anxiety, apparently without cause, or otherwise a feeling of emptiness and fatigue in the head.

— Vincent van Gogh, in a letter to his sister

[perrfectly]

“I still love the people I’ve loved, even if I cross the street to avoid them.”

— Uma Thurman (via perrfectly)