ندى

[landsccape]

[florial]

[loubis-and-champagne]

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[midnightinshadow]

[warm0]

‏"لكنك سمحت للحزن أن يستقر في داخلي ليالٍ طويلة دون كلمة واحدة تخفف من حدته، وأنا لم يبقَ في داخلي ما أقوله بعد الآن"

[poisonintheink]

my broken pieces flow to your shore /

— ʀ.ᴛ.

[m-zdnmh-deactivated20260327]

and sometimes against all odds, against all logic, we hope.

[cudles]

☁︎ — (via sinr)

[weltenwellen]

Kerry Egan, On Living

[daddystinygirll]

“you’re so funny” thanks i would have been lobotomized in the 1940s

[nada666]

It's my 13 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

[404brain-notfound]

We will meet once again, in the world of stars..

~404brain-not-found

[resqectable]

“I survived because the fire inside me burned brighter than the fire around me.”

— Joshua Graham

[in-the-midnight-hours]

Oh to be the girl

who cradles the darkest souls,

who lays her heart in the hands of shadows

yet still reaches, trembling, for the light.

She is the grey,

the marrow between life and death,

the tether that binds both silence and storm:

a witness to every side,

never choosing, never chosen,

yet carrying the weight of all.

Her love cuts deep,

her hurt carves deeper;

she bleeds with the rhythm of the stars,

a pulse that echoes fate itself.

The universe whispers its secrets into her chest,

and she answers-

though sometimes with resentment,

with a cry that says,

“Why me? Why always me?”

Desperation stains her prayers.

She pleads for peace,

a stillness to quiet the roaring cosmos,

but the universe laughs-

for she was never made for peace.

She is the beacon of chaos,

the wild flame on the horizon,

the storm-singer,

forever unraveling,

forever weaving the madness of the world.

And still,

she endures-

the girl of shadow and light,

of sorrow and fire,

forever cursed,

forever divine

[mournfulroses]

Louise Glück, from a poem titled "Blue Rotunda," featured in Averno: Poems, originally published in 2006

[oldwinesoul]

// Soliloquy Of The Solipsist, Sylvia Plath

[poetic-questions]

—Franz Kafka, "The Diaries" (from the travel diaries, 1912)

[cudles]

⸎ — a.sinr (via sinr)