poetae incertae

Only my confused and congested chest. I'll post only things I've created, so I hope you'll understand why this is a secondary blog, and I'll follow you under the name of "petitelunatique", which is my main blog here on tumblr. That you may always find beauty here. Feel free to go through my scattered "me's". Love, Esther, or as you will, Poetae Incertae.

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find more here: petite lunatique

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back after all this time?????????

[thequotejournals]

You are not broken. You can love and be loved, despite what may feel like the eternally brutal nature of the world. Even when you’re drowning and so far under, there is always time to reach for someone who will teach you how to breathe again.

Jessica Park, Left Drowning (via wordsnquotes)

[poetaeincertae]

Stay there.

– I am.

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still a few of my favourites

[markwatney]

[leosplum]

“So often in my life I’ve been with people and shared beautiful moments like travelling or staying up all night and watching the sunrise, and I knew it was a special moment, but something was always wrong. I wished I’d been with someone else. I knew that what I was feeling - exactly what was so important to me - they didn’t understand.”

Before Sunrise (1995) dir. Richard Linklater

[maelarm]

I always feel like a freak because I’m never able to move on like this, you know? People just have an affair or even entire relationships–they break up and they forget. They move on like they would have changed brands of cereal. I feel I was never able to forget anyone I’ve been with because each person had their own specific qualities. You can never replace anyone; what is lost is lost. Each relationship, when it ends, really damages me; I never fully recover. That’s why I’m very careful with getting involved, because it hurts too much.

Céline, Before Sunset (via maelarm)

[ecliss-a-deactivated20231124]

Being alone is better than sitting next to a lover and feeling lonely.

Before Sunset (2004)

[aislingwings]

We’re all living lies. We’re all lies.

[poetaeincertae]

i might have written it with blood, 5 years ago. i don't really remember, though

[sarahs-delights]

Let it pass; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Sensible Thing (via fluorene)

[luthienne]

I am pinned down by pain again, caught, trapped. I cannot free myself. Anxiety. Pain. The world still seems reversed, arrested.

Anaïs Nin, from Nearer the Moon: The Previously Unpublished Unexpurgated Diary, 1937-1939 (via luthienne)

[theclassicsreader]

I thought the nightmares, the visions, the demons would go away if there was enough love to put them down.

Anne Sexton, interviewed in The Art of Poetry No. 15 (via violentwavesofemotion)

[luthienne]

…but I’m blocked. My whole past seems to stop me. I can’t let go. This music—I feel as if I could inhale but not exhale.

Anaïs Nin, from Nearer the Moon: The Previously Unpublished Unexpurgated Diary, 1937-1939 (via luthienne)

[watchoutforintellect]

Cold and empty. I feel only too strongly the limits of my abilities…

Franz Kafka, from Diaries (via watchoutforintellect)

[quotemadness]

I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited.

Sylvia Plath (via quotemadness)

[kafkas-diaries]

27 April. Incapable of living with people, of speaking. Complete immersion in myself, thinking of myself. Apathetic, witless, fearful. I have nothing to say to anyone—never.

Franz Kafka, Diaries (via kafkas-diaries)

[watchoutforintellect]

You felt no reality. Only a weariness, a longing for a shoulder to sleep on, a pair of arms to curl up in — and a lack of that now.

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via watchoutforintellect)