[dark-romantics]

~ Bianca Sparacino, "The Strength In Our Scars"

[weltenwellen]

Kathleen Glasgow , Girl in Pieces

[keremelcream]

stormy weather, music, annotated books, libraries at midnight, handwritten notes, sunrises, red lipstick, messy hair, mythology, art, empty streets, coffee, writers, poets, theatre, stars, journals

[stlowens]

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals [ID in alt text]

[megairea]

“if your dear heart is wounded, my wild heart bleeds with yours.”

— Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu, Carmilla, 1872

[yoursoethereal-deactivated20230]

— Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

[deviika]

Hunter S. Thompson // Sylvia Plath // N.M. Sanchez

[relatablepoetryandquotes]

“Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.” - Sylvia Plath

[excerptum]

Another lover hits the universe. The circle is broken. But with death comes rebirth. And like all lovers and sad people, I am a poet.

Allen Ginsberg, Kill Your Darlings

[mysadcave]

What’s the difference between a secret

and a lie, that we both happened to share?

[theoptia]

Thomas Merton, from "St. Malachy"

Text ID: In November, in the days to remember the dead

[cynthia-viv-deactivated20240204]

“I am a child with an old soul. I see magic in everything. But at the same time , everything tires me because I feel everything so very deeply.”

–Juansendizon

[cynthia-viv-deactivated20240204]

It's my nature to stay in my corner and watch the others. I enjoy my little observations.

–Colette, tr. by Matthew Ward, from The Collected stories; “The Accompanist”.

[shisasan]

𝙽𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟸, 𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟷 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹

[ID: November 2. Vague hope, vague confidence. END ID]

[dailykafka]

- November 2, 1911

- The diaries of Franz Kafka, 1910-1913

[ID: November 2. This morning, for the first time in a long time, the joy again of imagining a knife twisted in my heart. End ID]

[flowerytale]

Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu, from “Carmilla”

[flowerytale]

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath