🧺

i have engraved the memory of u onto me , i’ll carry u with me

[soracities]

John Banville, The Sea 

[Text ID: “The past beats inside me like a second heart.”]

[luvecrime]

Jane Hirshfield, Assay Only Glimpsable for an Instant

[bashirs]

#angelic / @angejpg

[nutelladreams]

Hey! i’ve noticed you like rock bands, so i think you might be interested in my current favorite band. They’re a small band from Holland and i really want them to be successful, so i’m just recommending them to random people lmao🥵 Please give them a listen! https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=bBFPN7UkFnQ

thank you ! :) i will check them out

[holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe]

“Grief is a large animal selfish and angry howling of its own hunger its own ache (…)”

— Beyond Survival, ‘I Am Held Back By’ by Aditi Nagrath

[kmerteuil]

[rbhvleo]

i wasnt supposed to make it this far

[nutelladreams]

but u are still here through it all

[oeut]

“I had a moment of clarity, saw the feeling in the heart of things, walked out to the garden crying.”

— Allen Ginsberg from Transcription Of Organ Music  (via baroquegoddess)

[theclassyissue]

[sxberhearts]

why do i still get a painful period each month if jesus already paid the ultimately price.

[nutelladreams]

theres a vague sadness that follows 

[weltenwellen]

Margaret Atwood, from “Postcard”, Selected Poems II: 1976 - 1986

[salemwitchtrials-deactivated202]

Excerpt from The Complete Poems by Anne Sexton

[jamsoftheday]

Visit Original Link

I like it - I’m not gonna crack I miss you - I’m not gonna crack I love you - I’m not gonna crack I killed you - I’m not gonna crack

[megairea]

“In a tangled way, the green of the trees is part of my blood. Inside me life beats in some distant heart… I was not meant for reality, it was life that sought me out.”

— Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (tr. by Margaret Jull Costa)

[luthienne]

“Violence does not always take visible form, and not all wounds gush blood.”

— Haruki Murakami (via moldmaiden)

[luthienne]

“Her suffering was her armour. Gradually it became her skin. Then she could not take it off.”

— Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?