A.Quiet.Place‎ꫂ᭪݁

an art gallery of sepia dreams☁︎ ♯all of my nothings that mean billions of somethings. songs♫ || to write♯ ℳshe is a poet

[nengiii]

Everything and nothing.

Words and words and more words.🩷

[nengiii]

[nengiii]

The absolute worst.

[mournfulroses]

Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959

[aneffervescentuniverse]

...or, we almost did. still, the last sentence remains true. ♡

[that-blowncandle]

[nengiii]

[nengiii]

I don’t even know if it’s something I learned, this habit of believing I’m some sort of burden; that I shouldn’t ask for anything. I don't want to inconvenience anyone, so my lips stay sealed tight with, "other people have it worse, you can endure it for another day".

[nengiii]

And here I am, missing people I shouldn't miss.

[literaryvein]

L. V., exhumed writings

[minimalistquotes]

Whoever abandoned you in the middle of the ocean has no right to know what the sharks did to you or how you managed it to the shore.

[nengiii]

[nengiii]

Sometimes, I just want to exist near you.

I love hearing your voice, but right now, I think I’d rather sit with you in silence.

Maybe I’ll be reading a book, and you’ll be doing your own thing, we'll be in no haste to fill the quiet with words.

Just being.

I love my solitude,

but I love it more when you’re in it.

[nengiii]

I'm actually so very tired,

It's this bone-deep tiredness that I'm afraid won't be fixed by sleep.

A need to go lax and boneless.

Utterly at ease.

[nengiii]

[petaltexturedskies]

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals

[havingapoemwithyou]

Everything All at Once by Oliver Baez Bendorf

[petaltexturedskies]

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals