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[mandaladana]

Analemma. The sun’s position in the sky, photographed from the same location at the same time of day throughout a year, forms an analemma. This shows the sun’s apparent swinging from its northernmost position, at the analemma’s uppermost point, at summer solstice, to its southernmost position/lowest point, at winter solstice.

[nothinggrand-deactivated2016091]

I held your hand so Very tightly And told you what I Would be dreaming of

[desultory-suggestions]

intimacy - E.C. - 2020

[weltenwellen]

[emofrps]

“Our relationship ended in the silence. It was the silence in the air that deafened me when you told me it was over. My head was filled with white noise, and my mouth was far too dry to even whisper out, ‘Stay.’”

— adolescentadult,  writing prompt #7: write about silence (via wnq-writers)

[drogonqueen]

Frankenstein, Mary Shelley

Alright, Keaton Henson

No Sound But The Wind, The Editors

Shadow and Bone, Leigh Bardugo

[soracities]

On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous: A Novel, Ocean Vuong

[holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe]

but this is another love—it goes everywhere; there is no place for it to stop—it rots me away.

Nightwood, Djuna Barnes (via decreation)

[fridayiminlovemp3]

simmer - hayley williams / the bell jar - sylvia plath / cop car - mitski / judith slaying holofernes - artemisia gentileschi / fast as you can - fiona apple / animal- aurora / salome - jean benner / tonight i am someone else - chelsea hodson / wishbone - richard siken / ride - lana del rey

[mikarchive-deactivated20250714]

james baldwin, giovanni’s room

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Emily Dickinson, from The Collected Poems; “I Think I Was Enchanted,”

[holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe]

“The anger was vast and it came out of nowhere. It was the rage of something not fitting; the frustration of trying to put something in a box that is slightly too small. You try moving the shape around in the hope that some angle will make it fit in the box. Slowly comes an apprehension that this might not, after all, be possible. And finally you know it won’t fit, know there is no way it can fit, but this doesn’t stop you using brute force to try to crush it in, punishing the bloody thing for not fitting properly. That was what it was like: but I was the box, I was the thing that didn’t fit, and I was the person smashing it, over and over again, with bruised and bleeding hands.”

H is for Hawk, Helen Macdonald

[byunyounggeun]

between winter and spring #4 23x30.5cm canvas on watercolor

Instagram.com/byunyounggeun

[adrasteiax]

(…) a smile that Judas in hell might be proud of.

Bram Stoker, from Dracula (via adrasteiax)

[winteroroctober]

[dreamertrilogys]

the front bottoms, twin size mattress // @rbhvleo on tumblr // richard siken, crush (little beast) // taylor swift, cruel summer // unknown source // ada limón, bright dead things //  margaret atwood, we are hard // ocean vuong, on earth we’re briefly gorgeous // @normal-horoscopes on tumblr // halsey, trouble (stripped) //  richard siken, crush (scheherazade) // louise glück // richard siken, a primer for small weird loves // unknown source 

[primulaceas]

Mary Oliver, "I don’t want to live a small life" from Red Bird

[mournfulroses]

Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry written c. August 1920 featured in “Diaries,”