I have wept impossible dreams.

[voguely]

[voguely]

[mahoganyamore]

poetic suffering

[mahoganyamore]

was my soul too bruised for you?

[mournfulroses]

Virginia Woolf, from her novel titled "The Waves," originally published in 1931

[mournfulroses]

Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in The Diary of Anaïs Nin Volume 1 1931-1934

[mahoganyamore]

bleak and hollow

[mahoganyamore]

death inspires me

[constanzarte]

Death of Sappho, by Miguel Carbonell Selva

[mahoganyamore]

no words mean more than a thousand sometimes

[mournfulroses]

Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Ann Davidow-Goodman written c. May 1951, featured in Selected Letters

[fadedforest]

source.

+ fadedforest.

[metamorphesque]

October Poem, Ryuichi Tamura (田村隆一) (tr. Samuel Grolmes) 

[text ID: October is my Empire / My delicate hands control things to be lost] 

[flourahl]

[vangoghcore]

by yomargey

[sunbathe]

vintage.tulip

[mournfulroses]

Clarice Lispector, from "Too Much of Life Complete Chronicles," publ. in 2022