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[princessesfanarts]

By kelogsloops

[thedudeleftthebuilding-deactiva]

[sputniksea]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Julia de Burgos, from Song of the Simple Truth: The Complete Poems; “Your Presence,”

[mournfulroses]

Chelsea Wolfe c. June 2018 ph. by Nedda Afsari

[love]

[purplebuddhaquotes]

“One day she realized that she was the only one who could live her life. So she decided to stop worrying about what other people thought and start following her own path. She never looked back.”

— Samantha Gilbert

[soillseach]

[bluedabadee-deactivated20221120]

I don’t want to be your friend I just want to be your lover No matter how it ends No matter how it starts Forget about your house of cards And I’ll do mine

house of cards by Radiohead (via bluedabadee)

[tenderbeasts-deactivated2019101]

– I’m trying to get more into writing poetry again because I write a lot of prose (mostly)!

[thewriterscaravan]

“I am trying to imagine language without light, as though I wanted to understand how things were before language, when, deep in the throat, syllables and vowels were not yet organized and it was necessary to tilt one’s head back to allow sounds to fly through the open air, terrifying, guttural or strident.””

— Nicole Brossard, Fences in Breathing

[pagewoman]

I did not want to think about people. I wanted the trees, the scents and colours, the shifting shadows of the wood, which spoke a language I understood. I wished I could simply disappear in it, live like a bird or a fox through the winter, and leave the things I had glimpsed to resolve themselves without me.

Patricia A. McKillip (via pagewoman)

[aslowyear]

I wanted to unfurl my toes for a little while. I wanted silence, isolation and an invitation to exhale life’s complications. I heard nature’s melody and I harmonised with every single note. I needed the trees, their colours, and the sounds of wildlife breathing. I inhaled the essence of the forest and smiled as life coursed through my veins.

Amelia Dashwood (via thewriterofthewoods)

[lightsindarkuniverse]

[silenceformysoul]

William Quiller Orchardson (1832-1910) - Ophelia

[lifeinpoetry]

I am please don’t go. / I am toss the windows open, but I am windows closed. / Nothing comes in, no one gets out.

Lisa Marie Basile, from “I Put the Coffin Out to Sea,” published in OCCULUM (via lifeinpoetry)

[lecataste]