nobody, not even the rain

hello to you too, old friend. may 9

[infected]

Rosso Fiorentino, Musician Angel, c. 1520

[retroanimu]

[nsstym]

[neverknowsrevenge]

it’s crazy to think how small i was,

although—

i still packed a powerful hand.

stay away from me.

[mournfulroses]

Anna Akhmatova, from The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova; "I Wrote The Words,"

[hellish-daddi]

[ptimepoet]

[strokeofserenity]

Sigmund Freud

[neverknowsrevenge]

i wonder about nothing,

and how he couldn’t see.

i’ll never publish a sonnet,

or write songs for your heart.

it’s soaring, ascending…

and my aim?

it isn’t very good.

perhaps i am blinded.

these rays become

more and more radiant

every single day

that you remain gone.

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Charles Bukowski, Love Is a Dog from Hell

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— leechteethwrites

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Sylvia Plath, Winter Trees

[redroooom]

[half-a-corpse-half-a-poet]

-Clarice Lispector

[orangejuuuice]

magatsumi / shinuchi

[neverknowsrevenge]

i just need someone to curl into…

yeah, right.

[pink-heart-writes]

[luciferslilith7]

I hope the wind sings to you my unsaid words