ochtendstorm

hier blijft alles bestaan.

[petaltexturedskies]

Rainer Maria Rilke, in a letter to Lou Andreas Salomé, dated 18 July 1903, from Rilke and Andreas-Salomé: A Love Story in Letters

[hapless-hollow]

“All that I do, is bleed and bleed and bleed - and yet, you keep talking to me like I am human.”

— Helaena C Moon

[innerchildabortionclinic]

[literaryvein]

L. V., exhumed writings

[hel7l7]

I just want to feel safe within myself

[mournfulroses]

Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vita Sackville-West, featured in The Letters of Vita Sackville West & Virginia Woolf

[ochtendstorm]

[hel7l7]

I just don’t remember enough

[weltenwellen]

Sarah Fathima Mohammed, from "nocturnes in the rain"

[hel7l7]

[inkpressedpetals]

[ochtendstorm]

[hel7l7]

[hel7l7]

there are no words or pictures for the darkness I have inside.. 

[angria]

“…and as I lay on my back in bed staring up at the blank, white ceiling the stillness seemed to grow bigger and bigger until I felt my eardrums would burst with it.”

— Sylvia Plath, from “The Bell Jar,” originally published c. January 1963 (via violentwavesofemotion)

[mournfulroses]

Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Susan Huntington featured in "Open Me Carefully: Emily Dickinson’s Intimate Letters to Susan Huntington Dickinson,"

[geryone]

Tenderness, Derrick Austin