heavydirtysoul

I dream too much and I don’t write enough and I’m trying to find God everywhere

[heavensghost]

i love you, it looks like rain, june gehringer

[paper-fairy]

Edgar Allan Poe, The Murders in the Rue Morgue

[shisasan]

Jalal ad-Din Muhammad ar-Rumi, The Love Poems of Rumi, First published 1273

[metamorphesque]

― Haruki Murakami, A Wild Sheep Chase

[nixscriptum]

[petaltexturedskies]

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“Death is only looking inward. Death is our ancient mother, our first mother.”

— Juan Ramón Jiménez, tr by Robert Bly, from “Death Is Looking Inward,”

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

Grief is really just love. It's all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go

— Jamie Anderson

[soracities]

Megan Garber, "We've Lost the Plot: We're Already in the Metaverse", pub. The Atlantic [ID'd]

[flowerytale]

Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks 1964-1980

[seraphinesaintclair]

Charles Baudelaire, “Head Of Hair”

[paper-wounds]

Fortesa Latifi, from The Truth About Grief.

[inkpressedpetals]

[bitesizedpoetry]

Sylvia Plath, aged 25, from "The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath" (dated February 21, 1958)

[inkpressedpetals]

[les-fleur]

Vampyr (1932, dir. Carl Theodor Dreyer)

[petaltexturedskies]

Sylvia Plath, Letters Home: Correspondence, 1950-1963