Opulence

[terrorignitis]

The soul, like the moon, is never lost—only shadowed.

Jakob Böhme | 1575-1624

[mournfulroses]

Sara Torres, from her novel titled "X Is Where I Am," orginally published in March 2026

[funeral]

“I’ve polished this anger and now it’s a knife.”

— Cathy Linh Che, from “Go Forget Your Father,” published in Poetry 

[persianmom-deactivated20251026]

woman of your nightmares

[serial222killer]

wanna disappear in Italy together for a month or two?

[mesogeios]

“I see the symbolism of our lives. I live on two levels, the human and the poetic.”

— Anaïs Nin, The Diary Of Anaïs Nin Volume I 1931-1934

[mournfulroses]

Olivia Tapiero, from her book titled "Nothing At All," originally published in January 2026

[majestativa]

My true star circles in the orbits of the soul, in its presence I kneel, I murmur and read the canticle of quintessence.

HANANE AAD (حنان عاد) — Banquet of Mercy for the Universe, transl. by Peter Waugh & Hanane Aad, (2022)

[sfsolstice]

Anaïs Nin, in a letter to Henry Miller, d. March 9, 1932, from A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller, 1932-1953

[typewriter-worries]

from “An Attempt at Jealousy”, Marina Tsvetaeva tr. Ilya Kaminsky

[learn-from-coincidence]

Make me drunk with music. Make my soul shed more tears. Touch the bottom of my wound with melody, and there awaken ineffable colors that exist only in the light-spectrum of stars. — Gabriele D'annunzio, Notturno

[terrorignitis]

«Love isn't soft, like those poets say. Love has teeth which bite and the wounds never close.»

Stephen King, The body

[petaltexturedskies]

Anaïs Nin, Trapeze: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin, 1947-1955

[terrorignitis]

Edna St. Vincent Millay | What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why

[terrorignitis]

The soul, like the moon, is never lost—only shadowed.

Jakob Böhme | 1575-1624

[learn-from-coincidence]

Do you not see me, then? My consuming eyes and my flaming blood, do they give you no fear?

Do you too feel this wild ardour?

- Gabriele D'annunzio, The Flame of Life

[learn-from-coincidence]

I have the constant vision of your mouth.

- Gabriele D'annunzio, The Triumph of Death