[recaption]

[achelois-daughter]

I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.

madeline miller, the song of achilles

[gypsums]

[kittyblushes05]

[ofallingstar]

The Silenced (2015)

[liquorize]

[holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe]

The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson: ‘898′ c. 1864

[ID: How happy I was if I could forget / To remember how sad I am]

[enfranchisement]

via youjustneedtoremember on instagram

[bakwaaas]

botanical candles

[werenotreallystrangers]

[archbudzar]

follow me on instagram

[mentalhealth]

artist: stefyloret / quote by nayyirah waheed

[365filmsbyauroranocte]

[leahberman]

rose fall

instagram

[lifeinpoetry]

“I’ll practice love’s traditions by myself: feed my worn body, / oil my skin, kiss my shoulder for a kingdom of my own.”

— Hiwot Adilow, from “Lover, You Should’ve Come Over,” published in Vinyl

[inkxlenses]

[umrzec]