poetry and art

[iceghosto]

Burnout

[painarchive]

people you knew

[breaathingunderwater]

[rebelculture]

[daddystinygirll]

Sometimes I don't even want to be comforted. I just want someone to see that I'm breaking and not look away.

[jasonttodd]

*comes online*

*reblogs 30 things within 5 minutes*

*fucks off again*

[breaathingunderwater]

Ignore the stupid drawing I did, please focus on the words. This hits so close to home these days.

[professionalburnout]

I wonder how many mountains I have to move,

How many oceans I need to cross,

To make up for my fuck-ups?

"Oh sorry, I ended up yelling at you when I wanted to end it all."

[threespringspoet]

“My Fragile Stardust…”, to feel everything and yet feel nothing at all…

@the.sanitysipper, from my diary, September 27th

[professionalburnout]

[dionysian-mystery]

Anaïs Nin, Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary | Black Cat by Yuko Nakamura | The tea bag... a self portrait by Janne Kearney | Marguerite Duras, Agatha et les Lectures Illimitées | Gustave Flaubert, a letter to Louise Colet | art by Simon Leclerc | 3090 Degrees Fahrenheit by Michael A. Davenport | Cynthia Chapman | Glib Glub by Joseph MacGown | art by Viktoria Maliar | Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes From Underground

[stuckinapril]

“why are you tired? you haven’t done anything all day” the simple fact that i exist drains me. hope this helps

[weltenwellen]

Natalie Díaz, from "American Arithmetic", Postcolonial Love Poem

[literaryvein]

L. V., excerpts from a past life

[threespringspoet]

Demanded nothing, Poem: Ms. Jolly, Monday through Friday

[svdcvnt]

[dailyclassicart]

Edmund Koken - "View of a church-yard entrance in winter" (1862)