Moonchild Down

20s. I don't know anymore

[actuallysara]

"I might get a concussion. How many real life ones you've had? Six."

[latibule-e-deactivated20231012]

— Nelly Sachs, from “The Seeker.”

[latibule-e-deactivated20231012]

— Clarice Lispector, from Why This World: A Biography of Clarice Lispector

[weltenwellen]

Natalie Díaz, from “Isn't the Air Also a Body, Moving?”, Postcolonial Love Poem

[dark-romantics]

~ Courtney Peppernell

[silverystardustt]

oh wow

[metamorphesque]

— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, from letters to Natalie Paley

[text ID: Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence.]

[weltenwellen]

Natalie Díaz, from "American Arithmetic", Postcolonial Love Poem

[typewriter-worries]

[ Text ID: I am doing my best to not become a museum / of myself. I am doing my best to breathe in and out. ]

[desactivemaintenant-deactivated]

[missinyouiskillingme]

trust it

[9710144]

[loubis-and-champagne]

X

[cynthia-viv-deactivated20240204]

“I am a child with an old soul. I see magic in everything. But at the same time , everything tires me because I feel everything so very deeply.”

–Juansendizon

[latibule-e-deactivated20231012]

— Susan Sontag, from “Reborn: Journals and Notebooks, 1947-1963”

[latibule-e-deactivated20231012]

— Martha Gellhorn, from a letter to Stanley Pennell

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

“You can say anything and I will not abandon you.”

[cynthia-viv-deactivated20240204]

~To the daydreamers~

To dream–to dream has been the business of my life.

–Edgar Allan Poe

[queenmoriarty]

I still hide you

in my poetry

[madeofmemoriesblog]

<3

[cynthia-viv-deactivated20240204]

"Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red."

– Kait Rokowski

[oldwinesoul]

“Love is a sacrament that should be taken kneeling”

—Oscar Wilde