make this chaos count

love will tear us apart

[old-school-romantics]

[metamorphesque]

— Van Gogh, The Letters of Vincent van Gogh

[fordarkmornings]

Antonina Rzhevskaya (Russian, 1861-1934)

Music, 1903

[metamorphesque]

Weiterlesen

[metamorphesque]

  ― Pablo Neruda, One Hundred Love Sonnets

[text ID: I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, / in secret, between the shadow and the soul.]

[metamorphesque]

  ― Billy-Ray Belcourt, A History of My Brief Body

[text ID: To love someone is firstly to confess: I'm prepared to be devastated by you.]

[metamorphesque]

― Virginia Woolf, A Writer's Diary

[ text ID: Yes, I deserve a spring–I owe nobody nothing. ]

[metamorphesque]

- Franz Kafka, 'Letter To Felice'

[metamorphesque]

― Hiromi Kawakami, The Briefcase

[metamorphesque]

— Mitski, First Love / Late Spring

[metamorphesque]

— franz kafka, letters to milena

[primulaceas]

Hanif Kureishi, The Buddha of Suburbia

[desimarianne]

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[luthienne]

“It’s dusk, dearest. (In passing, isn’t ‘dusk’ a lovely word? I like it better than twilight. It sounds so velvety and shadowy and – and – dusky.) In daylight I belong to the world; in the night to sleep and eternity. But in the dusk I’m free from both and belong only to myself – and you.”

— L.M. Montgomery, from Anne of Windy Poplars

[chanelbagsandcigarettedrags]

[finita-la-commedia]

Mary Magdalene as a hermit, detail (1865)  Francesco Hayez

[stlowens]

Czesław Miłosz, from “With Her.”

[luthienne]

Adonis, Selected Poems; “Rag” (tr. Khaled Mattawa)