[virtuallyinsane-autumn]

“Those dark autumn days” by Heiko Gerlicher / CC BY-NC-ND 4.0

[stlowens]

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals

[stlowens]

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals

[Text ID: “Love is an illusion, but I would willingly fall for it if I could believe in it.”]

[stlowens]

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals

[Text ID: “I am afraid. I am not solid, but hollow. I feel behind my eyes a numb, paralyzed cavern, a pit of hell, a mimicking nothingness.”]

[weltenwellen]

Alejandra Pizarnik, tr. by Yvette Siegert, Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962 - 1972

[princess-lointaine]

the 'camille' stretch satin corset dress, by vivienne westwood.

[allure-files]

[themakeupbrush]

Shoes at Dior Fall 2022 Couture

[detailedart]

[vintagepales2-blog]

by  Rivkah Khanin

[burningmine-deactivated20230217]

Melakwa - Pratt Traverse, September 2021

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[thefallenauthor-deactivated2023]

"The higher we soar the smaller we appear to those who cannot fly."

-Friedrich Nietzsche

[feral-ballad]

Paavo Haavikko, tr. by Herbert Lomas, from Contemporary Finnish Poetry; “Fourth Poem”

[ouroborosmotifs]

patrochilles + being consumed by each other

[weltenwellen]

I had this feeling suddenly. I get this feeling a lot, but I don’t know if there’s one word for it. It’s not nervous or sad or even lonely. It’s all of that, and then a bit more. The feeling is I don’t belong here. I don’t know how I got here, and I don’t know how long I can stay before everyone else realizes that I am an impostor. I am a fraud. I’ve gotten this feeling nearly everywhere I have ever been in my life. There’s nothing you can do about it except drink some water and hope that it subsides. Or you can leave.

I’m lonely. What kind of loneliness? Every kind. I feel disconnected. Abandoned. As always. Repetition. So what, my love? So what? At first, I just wanted to run away. Now I have no where else to run to, nothing to run from. I don’t belong anywhere, I don’t want to go anywhere, I just want to be happy.

(1) Czeslaw Milosz, New and Collected Poems: 1931-2001 (2) Leila Sales, This Song Will Save Your Life (3) Daniela Fischerová, Fingers Pointing Somewhere Else (4) Wisława Szymborska, tr. by Clare Cavanagh and Stanisław Barańczak, from “The Railroad Station”, Map: Collected and Last Poems (5) Daul Kim (6) Sarah Kay, from “The Paradox”, No Matter the Wreckage

[weltenwellen]

Louise Glück, Poems 1962-2012