Controlled Chaos

"Tell me… Do you ever feel a strange sadness as dusk falls?"

[athenathegoddessofwisdomandwar]

I love that word. Forever. I love that forever doesn't exist, but we have a word for it anyway, and use it all the time. It's beautiful and doomed.

-Viv Albertine

[3z22j]

[poetrybyonur]

When I love, I don’t love lightly. I don’t love on the surface. I cradle you deep within my marrows.

[shannybangbang]

[byyoursideforever]

[eternocosmo]

Você é minha casa nos tempos chuvosos

Meu abrigo nos momentos de angústia

Minha morada, meu lar.

[eternocosmo]

[vintage-cf]

vintage blog

[emotionalwords]

[skeezd]

[mysahasrahla]

[sxcvghjm]

I thought the earth remembered me, she took me back so tenderly, arranging her dark skirts, her pockets full of lichens and seeds. I slept as never before, a stone on the riverbed, nothing between me and the white fire of the stars but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths among the branches of the perfect trees. All night I heard the small kingdoms breathing around me, the insects, and the birds who do their work in the darkness. All night I rose and fell, as if in water, grappling with a luminous doom. By morning I had vanished at least a dozen times into something better.

(mary oliver, sleeping in the forest)

[masterxdanx]

[virginiewoolf]

Emily Berry, from Ghosts (Homage to Burial).

[smokeinmotion]

[halcyondaaze]

unsightly

Anne Sexton, from Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters // @quietvoiced // Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1 // Angel of Grief, Stanford University // H. D., Helen in Egypt // Carmen Maria Machado, In the Dream House // @ffoart

[gabbywriteseulogies]

I know you bitches need it.