Micaela

enfj. 21. argentina.

[lifeinpoetry]

I met you and now I am kind to myself in my sleep

and how do you explain that?

— Laura Marris, from “Tell Me Gently,” published in The Shallow Ends

[unchildhood]

ANIS MOJGANI x ALEXANDER HARDING

‘For Those Who Can Still Ride In An Airplane For The First Time’, spoken word, uploaded on Youtube on 20 Apr. 2009;

Visible Light series (2010), photography

[dhomochevski]

when albert camus said "the sea; i didnt lose myself in it. i found myself in it" and when sylvia plath said "if i lived by the sea i would never be really sad" and when hozier said "love, when the sea rises to meet us" and when an anonymous writer said "and yet my heart wanders away, my soul roams with the sea" and when homer said "I’d rather die at sea"

[marypickfords]

Phantom Thread (Paul Thomas Anderson, 2017)

[metacsi]

Despite all obstacles, John Karborn

[hotgirlsasuke-deactivated202011]

archive mb for @aegissi

[ncs51]

There is Nothing by David Shrigley

[kafk-a]

Mary Oliver

[hjarta-deactivated20260124]

a little life, hanya yanagihara

[perrfectly]

[handwrittenloveletter-deactivat]

Backwards, Warsan Shire

[micaelareads]

why is the measure of love loss?

[boykeats]

“Where did love begin? What human being looked at another and saw in their face the forests and the sea?”

— Jeanette Winterson, from Lighthousekeeping (via wishbzne)

[salemwitchtrials-deactivated202]

Three Women: A Poem for Three Voices, Sylvia Plath 

[ID: I wait and ache. I think I have been healing.]

[micaelareads]

why is the measure of love loss?

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Anton Chekhov, from a diary entry featured in “The Notebook of Anton Chekhov,”

[xshayarsha]

The writers I feel close to are those who play with fire, those who play seriously with their own mortality, go further, go too far, sometimes go as far as catching fire, as far as being seized by fire.

Hélène Cixous, from Three Steps on the Ladder of Writing. (via xshayarsha)