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[adrasteiax]

(…) to move nothing and to touch nothing as though I were a ghost or here in a dream and I know it is a dream that has no age in this dream the same river is still here the house is the old house and I am here in the morning in the sunlight and the same bird is singing

W.S. Merwin, from The Other House in “Garden Time"

[adrasteiax]

“Nothing lives within you, not one tender dream. Your dark, soulless eyes extinguish all you see,”

— Renée Vivien, from Gray Eyes in “A Crown Of Violets″ [translated by Samantha Pious]

[adrasteiax]

“(…) I see that then I was still all in a state of innocence, but that innocence, once lost, is lost forever.”

— Susan Hill, from The Woman In Black

[absolution-v]

[adrasteiax]

“I was lonely and full of longing.”

— Elizabeth Kostova, from The Historian

[derangedrhythms]

drop me a line, I miss your handwriting.

⁠Marina Tsvetaeva, from this translation of a poem written for Rainer Maria Rilke after his death.

[adrasteiax]

“I miss you deeply, unfathomably, senselessly, terribly.”

— Franz Kafka, from Letters To Milena [translated by Tania and James Stern]

[aqua-regia009]

Symphony by Tavík František Šimon (Czech, 1877-1942)

[nareman1]

[miscosasalberto]

[7pleiades7]

The Enchantress (c. 1901) by Arthur Wardle (British, 1864 – 1949), signed bottom right ‘Arthur Wardle’, oil on canvas, 62 x 43 in. (157.5 x 109.2 cm.), Private Collection

[1five1two]

'Love Letter'. Rebeca Fleur. 2025.

[miamaimania]

“Perfume” (2021) ⟲ Amy Beager ◆ Green and pink, two become one

[sigsigkei-deactivated20140217]

[mangamaga]

Alnwick ~ The Library Built in 1854, the 4th Duke’s Library occupies the whole of the first floor of the Prudhoe Tower and houses 14,500 books on light oak bookshelves, the earliest of which dates from the late fifteenth century.

[lllnise]

‏أجد في صعوبتك لعنةً، لأنني لم أختر السهولة يومًا. لم أبحث عن النجاة؛ فأدركت أن هذا الحب ليس إلا خطيئة مقدسة، مرسوم بأنيابك. كنتُ أعلم تمامًا أنتي أقف على حافة الهاوية حين رضيتُ أن تُغزل لعنتك في أنفاسي.

‏لم يكن من المفترض بنا أن نعيش في وئام، بل أن نحترق معًا، ونتطهر بلهب هذا الشغف السرمدي. لعنتك هي الجزء الذي لم أكن أعلم أن روحي بحاجة إليه لتكتمل. هذا هو الثمن الكامل للإغواء، والخيار الوحيد الذي اتمسك به،

‏الخراب مقابل الخلاص: هذي هي معادلتنا الأبدية*

[derangedrhythms]

Sees herself biting his hand, his arm, how everything in her head has gone black, sees his hand black as though scorched or full of ashes, sees his black arm as she sinks her teeth into it, keeps her eyes shut tight, sees his black look, sleeps with him in hell, would like to butcher him and eat him, she sees his red flesh lying there like velvet.

Jenny Erpenbeck, Kairos, tr. Michael Hofmann