Naufragué en ti

XXVIII

[weltenwellen]

Rainer Maria Rilke in a letter to Lou Andreas-Salomé, published in Rilke and Andreas-Salomé: A Love Story in Letters

[pmamtraveller]

By Youran Tang

[petit-poids]

[6mayhem]

mr. substance abuser has a suggestion for how we should spend the afternoon

[monopole]

[angelicdewdrop]

[pmamtraveller]

Choy Moo Kheong - Blue Whispering Day

[shisasan]

Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair (1924)

[unaliveish]

the chill psycho

[angelicdewdrop]

[overthink]

Alfredo Oliva Delgado

[literaryvein]

L. V., excerpts from a past life

[derangedrhythms]

In this sense, death doesn’t really exist [...] no one has ever described the experience. It’s always someone else’s death, a stranger’s. There is no sense in being scared of it, since what we would be scared of is something other than what it really is. We are afraid of an imagined death (or Death), a thing that is a product of our mind, a tangle of thoughts, tales, rituals. It is the contractual sadness, the agreed-upon caesura, that introduces order into human lives.

Olga Tokarczuk, The Books of Jacob, tr. Jennifer Croft

[heavenlyyshecomes]

Gregory Orr, Concerning The Book That Is The Body Of The Beloved

[sinfullvibes]

half of me is a hopeless romantic and the other half of me is, well, an asshole

[distractful]

Donnie Darko (2001)

[fantasticfelicityfox]