mmacabre

ente no corpóreo que vaga por las profundidades de internet.

[cache-e]

“Like most people, I suppose, l've lived almost entirely among delusions, and now I'm at the awkward stage of finding it out. I want another delusion to go on with.”

Virginia Woolf, Night and Day

[apocryphics]

[weltenwellen]

Rainer Maria Rilke, The Dark Interval: Letters on Loss, Grief, and Transformation

[frankiecorleone]

do it for her (your thirteen year old self)

[weltenwellen]

Jenny Xie, from "Zuihitsu",  Eye Level

[peacefulandcozy]

Instagram credit: meshariver

[metamorphesque]

— Sylvia Plath, "The Bell Jar"

[metamorphesque]

— Anne Sexton, Imitations of Drowning

[mer-se]

📷Marizacaps

[feral-ballad]

I thought I had been surviving, and yet, what I was really doing was hanging by a string, loosely holding myself from collapsing. I was always on the verge, and I could feel that friction in my soul.

Fariha Róisín, from Who Is Wellness For?: An Examination of Wellness Culture and Who It Leaves Behind

[feral-ballad]

You learn to accept the black holes in your psyche, don’t you? You accept them as a glitch, a fault of your own brain, mercilessly antagonizing your own ability to recount your life.

Fariha Róisín, from Who Is Wellness For?: An Examination of Wellness Culture and Who It Leaves Behind

[mdemn]

your god comes and he is ordinary and terrible.

andalucia - lisa marie basile / the unabridged journals of sylvia plath - sylvia plath / christ in gethsemane, heinrich hofmann, 1886 / here come the regrets - epik high & lee hi / a city like a guillotine shivers on its way to the neck - ilya kaminsky / portrait of the illness as a nightmare - leila chatti

[peacefulandcozy]

Instagram credit: chaptersofshau

[nickyandmikey]

Oh Leonard...

[metamorphesque]

“For now she need not think of anybody. She could be herself, by herself. And that was what now she often felt the need of - to think; well not even to think. To be silent; to be alone.”

— Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

[typewriter-worries]

All About Love, bell hooks | Snow and Dirty Rain, Richard Siken

[mmacabre]

no es tu culpa que el mundo sea tan horrible