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jess | 24 | she/her | I feel a lot

[lavisxh]

i think i’ll be using this blog to share some of my writings and spilled thoughts, there’s a lot inside of me that i’m finding hard to manage and i’m hoping this will help

[gnossienne]

Mary Oliver, “Wild Geese”

[gnossienne]

Shakespeare, Antony and Cleopatra, Act V Scene II

[virginiewoolf]

Anna Kamienska, from A Nest of Quiet: A Notebook.

[callmefrieden]

Dear Milena,

I wish the world were ending tomorrow. Then I could take the next train, arrive at your doorstep in Vienna, and say: “Come with me, Milena. We are going to love each other without scruples or fear or restraint. Because the world is ending tomorrow.” Perhaps we don’t love unreasonably because we think we have time, or have to reckon with time. But what if we don't have time? Or what if time, as we know it, is irrelevant? Ah, if only the world were ending tomorrow. We could help each other very much.

― Franz Kafka

[kalendraashtar]

“My body trembles seeking yours, my hands are hot on your skin smelling of amber, vanilla, and honey, my crazed arms long to embrace you. I search for your eyes everywhere, thirsty for kisses, bitter, overcome with hunger sharp and cruel, because nothing satisfies it! And I see you from afar. I feel your soul near mine, a calm lake, telling me that you don’t love me. And my heart, disregarded, drifts on the currents, a black skiff on a sea of flames.”

— Florbela Espanca, “III. Charneca em Flor”

[boykeats]

On November 5, 1917, 100 years ago today, Wilfred Owen wrote a gorgeous love letter to fellow gay World War I poet Siegfried Sassoon. It continues to be one of my favorite love letters of all time.

[hoe4byron]

every day i wonder why i'm not living in a dark castle with secret passageways and rooms filled with books

[wallflower-musings]

[eliselaserre]

Kunsthistorisches Museum, Vienna // July 19, 2017

[roseoilz]

the dark vincent

[eurydse-blog]

I could easily forgive his pride, if he had not mortified mine. (Pride and Prejudice, 2005)

[weltenwellen]

Tony Hoagland, from “Don’t Tell Anyone”

[salemwitchtrials-deactivated202]

[ID: an excerpt from ‘Memory,’ a poem by Evelyn Graham Frost 

“I dreamt I drank the colour of your voice;”]

[unexplained-events]

When Caroline Walter of Freiburg, Germany died at the age of 16, her sister, ,Selma, had a sculptor cast a life size sculpture for the gravestone - Every morning since Caroline’s funeral, a fresh flower was found tucked in the crook of the arm, and still is to this day - Nobody knows who leaves it - Every single morning! - Caroline died in 1867 - For 146 years, someone has been leaving flowers…

[angelicdaze]

Caroline totes had a vampire lover.

[unexplained-events]

This is by far, my favorite theory.

[gnossienne]

[darksanctuary]

━ 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐚; 𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜