Walk To The Moon 🦄

Amy 🌞🌙️

[wedarkacademia]

when Nizar Qabbani said, "The finest souls are those who gulped pain and avoided making others taste it" it hit me so damn hard

[stay-close]

“I am a different person to different people. Annoying to one. Talented to another. Quiet to a few. Unknown to a lot. But who am I, to me?”

— Unknown

[wedarkacademia]

“Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go.”

― Jamie Anderson

[leonardospoetry]

Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.

Mary Oliver

[fairydrowning]

There's something so magical about winter's sunlight. Whenever I sit under that sunlight even for just fifteen minutes then I just feel like I'm healing and love is real.

[fairydrowning]

"I am a very romantic person. I don't mean romantic in a flowers and chocolates kind of way. It's more like if it's raining, I'll go up to the window and press my nose against the glass and sigh at how beautiful it all looks."

– Amy Winehouse

[soracities]

Pedro Salinas, excerpt from "The Voice I Owe to You (#63)", Memory in My Hands: The Love Poetry of Pedro Salinas (trans. Ruth Katz Crispin) [transcript in ALT]

[metamorphesque]

“I have lost my senses in my world of lovers”

— Rumi, My Burning Heart

[metamorphesque]

“I am wonderfully free I love no one and nothing”

— halina poswiatowska, a splinter of my imagination

[metamorphesque]

“I give you my blank heart. Please write on it what you wish.”

— Li-Young Lee, I Loved You Before I Was Born

[fairydrowning]

"I want you always to remember me. Will you remember that I existed, and that I stood next to you here like this?"

– Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

"If you remember me, then I don't care if everybody else forgets."

– Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

[metamorphesque]

— Lament, Edna St. Vincent Millay

[derangedrhythms]

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

[virtualtoybox]

jesus christ. fine. ill say it. im sleepy. im sleepy, okay? do you know what being sleepy does to a person? to their spirit? i should be pitied.

[girlfictions]

— clarice lispector, the stream of life

[exitwound]

I have a disease called I can’t reply to your text. I love you

[onlyonekenobi]

i am a lover. but underneath that i'm a hater. and then underneath that i'm a lover again