Nicoleta

La vida solo me recuerda quien soy.

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— nothingbutloveforyou

[petaltexturedskies]

I feel wistful and nostalgic. It is a bit sad to be caught between two worlds.

Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Hans-Joachim Neupert wr. c. September 1949

[memoriesofthingspast]

simone weil;✨

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Silas Melvin

[weltenwellen]

May Sarton, The Poetry of May Sarton

[alejandrapizarnik-world]

Alejandra Pizarnik. Yo no canto, no celebro. 1956-1960. Poemas no recogidos en libros. [11]

[flowerytale]

Natalie Babbitt, from Tuck Everlasting

[a--z--u--l]

Una vez que aprendes a atravesar el dolor ya nada te toca.

[shisasan]

𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟸𝟾, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹

[ID: sparkling, inextinguishable eyes. END ID]

[ivynightshade]

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am an observer, but not by choice.’

[text id: my fist has always been clenched around the handle of an invisible suitcase. / i am always ready to leave. / there is not a single room in this world where i belong.]

[en-tu-inconsciente]

Merecía un adiós al menos...

[loumargi]

Death and the Maiden 1900 (detail)

[lcattiel]

[nemfrog]

Tied at the wrists by a snake in a field of roses. La lámpara maravillosa. 1916.

[the-evil-clergyman]

La Nuit by Auguste Raynaud (1887)

[petaltexturedskies]

Summer has been consuming my energy in the most ruthless way.

Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry written c. June 1927

[journalofsolitude]

Morgan Harper Nichols’ ‘Let July be July’