[inaquaveritas]

“I do not write poetry; I take words and dip them in feelings.”

— Arti Honrao (via thatkindofwoman)

[scollenirv]

‏«دع كلّ شيء يحدثُ لك: الجمال والرّهبة.

‏ما عليك إلا المُضيّ.

‏لا شعور هو النهاية.

‏لا تتركِ الالم ينفصلُ عنك،

‏حتى وإن كان في ذلك قسوة،

‏فالأشياءُ قريبةٌ من بعضها دائمًا.»

[victormalonso]

VIAJE AL INFINITO | ph. víctor m. alonso

[jennifermmoses]

“The Welcoming” 18 x 36 inches

[atelierjen]

Camouflage by Pejac, birds in broken windows of abandoned power plant Rijeka, Croatia

[finita--la--commedia]

“There are tiny memories which tear at my heart …”

— Simone de Beauvoir (1908-1986), in a letter to Jean-Paul Sartre (1905-1980),  Paris, dated Sunday, September 10, 1939, in: “Letters To Sartre”, translated from the French by Quintin Hoare

[chuckakot]

— Pedro Salinas, a poem titled, A Reason for Love, section 5, in the book Memory In My Hands: The Love Poetry of Pedro Salinas, translated by Ruth Katz Crispin

[harrystylesdaily]

Petals that were on the ground of the catwalk last night at The Forum. (via helenepambrun)

[mournfulroses]

“So soft, so melancholy, so wild,”

— Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry featured in “A Passionate Apprentice,”

[roua-poemului]

“I am a prisoner of a fairy-tale. My own softness chokes me.”

— Anna de Noailles, tr. by Jethro Bithell, from Poems; “In The Garden,”

[classicallycara]

[whoinspiresme]

Michael Thompson - Insect in Hand, Kona, Hawaii, 2002

[deathandsensuality-archive-deac]

“You look at me as if you were in me. And you are in me. And outside me. Everywhere.”

— Agustín Gómez-Acros, The Carnivorous Lamb (trans. by William Rodarmor)

[reuiio]

[crucifiedlovers]

“Or, like the poets, are you stimulated by despair, does grief move you to reveal your nature?”

— Louise Glück, “Vespers” from The Wild Iris  

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

“Even in your melancholy hue, you're my brightest blue.”

— via unsentproject

[sacredwhores]

Joachim Trier - Sentimental Value (2025)