i can make worlds burn

is the existence of an echo not a tragedy in itself? teara. xxii. isfj. capricorn. literature & poetry enthusiast. writer.

[maryya]

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[fleurishes]

“I am not ashamed, the story goes. I swear I will learn to leave a room without touching every part of your face.”

— Marcelo Hernandez Castillo, “How to Grow the Brightest Geranium,” published in Breakwater Review  (via figlip)

[babyanimalgifs]

Cauliflower bois 

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Denying the importance of your own feelings leads to denying the importance of your thoughts, which leads to denying the importance of your actions, which leads to denying your own importance as a human being. 

If something is causing you pain, it matters. It’s not invalid or unimportant.

[dangnabbitsonnyjim]

howdy ladies and gaydies, I spent ages making this What Tarot Card Are You quiz which has ZERO pop culture references and lots of horror / surrealist writing! (also if you get death I’m sorry)

[slavicafire]

take this one. and do not dare make me think of it ever again.

[rodrickheffeley]

why don't you listen to shrike by hozier in an empty cathedral while you rot with the gruesome longingness maybe you'll calm down

[adrasteiax]

“what holds me? fervid, torturing, your kiss? is love enough?”

— H.D., from Calliope in “Collected Poems 1912-1944”

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[aptalizm]

[reverieparisienne]

RÊVERIE PARISIENNE

[ghiblicentral]

SPIRITED AWAY 2001, dir. Hayao Miyazaki

[erthsigns]

i want to radiate the same warmth that you get when watching a studio ghibli film

[adrasteiax]

“I am turned inside out by the ache in your voice, the taste of your tongue.”

— Vandana Khanna, from Summer Mantra in “Afternoon Masala: Poems By Vandana Khanna”

[angesirene]

Delmira Agustini - To Your Muse, tr by Alejandro Cáceres

[laduree-et-cigarettes]

If there is one thing us girls like, it’s to run a bath with lots of indulgent products just to disassociate and stare at the ceiling for two hours smelling of roses….

[atreides]

“ELEKTRA : I am the shape you made me. Filth teaches filth.”

— Sophokles, Elektra (tr. by Anne Carson)