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[novastarna]

I am dead to them, even though I once flowered.

Sylvia Plath, from ‘The Journals Of Sylvia Plath’

[novastarna]

She sings a dark, destructive song.

Euripides, from ‘Medea’

[luthienne]

…I seemed to do none of the things I intended to do — I didn’t seem to be quite present anywhere —

Georgia O’Keeffe, in a letter to Margaret Kiskadden, from Georgia O’Keeffe: Art and Letters (via oiseauperdu)

[brianstowell]

Cape Flattery, Washington

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[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I have a funny heart. Sometimes it seems to thrive on punishment,…

Tennesse Williams, from a letter to Maria St. Just featured in Five O'Clock Angel: Letters of Tennessee Williams to Maria St. Just, 1948-1982 (via violentwavesofemotion)

[thulianpinksky]

[imblushy]

ig @isisilvach

[antigonick]

What are we made of but hunger and rage?

Anne Carson, excerpt of To Compostela (via antigonick)

[thelovejournals]

Perhaps    we may meet each other in a dream.

Marina Tsvetaeva, Bride of Ice: New Selected Poems (via invinculis)

[matialonsorphoto]

that’s it.

[theclassicsreader]

All night I have dreamed of destruction, annihilations —

Sylvia Plath, from “Waking in Winter” (via theclassicsreader)

[wordsnquotes]

I like observing people. I like looking at things.

Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out  (via wordsnquotes)

[thelovejournals]

From which stars have we fallen to meet each other here?

Friedrich Nietzsche, Letter to Lou Salomé (via thelovejournals)

[antigonick]

Are you happy.No. Oh no.

Anne Carson, Nox (via henrydear)

[didoofcarthage]

μέγας γὰρ Ἅιδης ἐστὶν εὔθυνος βροτῶν ἔνερθε χθονός, δελτογράφῳ δὲ πάντ᾽ ἐπωπᾷ φρενί.

Aeschylus, Eumenides 273-275

“Hades is great, Hades calls men to reckoning / there under the ground / sees all, and cuts it deep in his recording mind.” (Lattimore translation)

[gorgonclaws-deactivated20231013]

*dabs concealer on my personality*

[falling-star-wishes]

Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema and fabrics

[kind-hearts-deactivated20150614]