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Do not go gentle into that good night RAGE, RAGE against the dying of the light.

[blackhoody]

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Franz Kafka // Richard Siken

[soft-lovely]

"There is just one person inside my head. One person I can't stop thinking about. It's you." - "Testone", 2016 by Andrea Salvatori

[weltenwellen]

Czeslaw Milosz, New and Collected Poems: 1931-2001

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— via knjfedog

[originalromanticsir]

There are those who believe in coincidence, and those that don't.

If you've an ounce of spirituality in you; you feel it in every cell of your body - that we've been here before.

[89words]

“Night, and everything so quiet, as if there were no one, not even myself.”

— John Banville, The Sea

[wonders-of-the-cosmos]

Barnard 68 is a molecular cloud, dark absorption nebula or Bok globule, towards the southern constellation Ophiuchus and well within our own galaxy at a distance of about 400 light-years, so close that not a single star can be seen between it and the Sun.

credit: ESO

[stlowens]

Patricia Jabbeh Wesley, from “Healing Will Come: Elegy after Natural Disaster.” [ID in alt text]

[ruhlare]

from "i know you by heart"

[killrockstar]

your honor who gives a fuck. like for real

[theoptia]

Alejandra Pizarnik, from Selected Poems; “On this Night, In this World”

Text ID: the stone of madness / black corridors / I have walked them all

[modedamour]

via viancasoleil

[ohbutwebestmakepeacewithit]

post secret 08.04.18

[petaltexturedskies]

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

[feral-ballad]

Alejandra Pizarnik, tr. by Yvette Siegert, from The Most Foreign Country; “I am…”

[Text ID: “my wings? / two rotting petals”]

[feral-ballad]

Alejandra Pizarnik, tr. by Patricio Ferrari & Forrest Gander, from The Galloping Hour: French Poems; “I check for you in the wind”

[Text ID: But I check for you in the wind. / Night opens me and it’s you.”]

[katiachausheva]

August absolute