[leonardospoetry]

Not later, but now, while we're still alive.

[mountain-spirits-deactivated202]

dark skies

[halloithmeagain]

I wish my heart didn’t feel everything so deeply

[niconiconiko]

finding peace in letting things be as they are, untouched

[stlowens]

Louise Glück, from “Persephone the Wanderer.”

[mayessta]

[way2icy-deactivated20211127]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Clarissa Pinkola Estés, from  “Women who Run with the Wolves,” c. 1992

[olivepixeldesigns]

Swamp cypress trees, Krasnodar region, Russia [OC] [1440x1800]

📷: ashvain

[heavensghost]

In the name of Love, Katie Maria ( @heavensghost )

[iloveyoucallmeback-deactivated2]

do i go on a walk or do i go bat shit insane

[coeur-brise-deactivated20250422]

but who heals the healer?

[flowerytale]

Henry Miller, from a letter to Anaïs Nin, featured in “A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller, 1932-1953″

[remanence-of-love]

[sustancy]

[poke64]

I wonder if my night terrors will ever go away.

This is the worst part of soberity that sucks the most. It’s a harsh reality for most suffering day in and out.

Sometimes, you just need to feel to be alive. Other times being alive is to feel nothing at all…

I don’t except others to ever to understand the efneral suffering that I’ve faced nor want guidance. They’re my own devils which I share with myself.

[pitcyanide]

“I hid so much within myself even I myself didn’t know it.”

— Odysseus Elytis, from “The Poet’s Song,” Maria Nephele: A Poem in Two Voices (Houghton Mifflin Company, 1981)