Into the Void

I believe in miracles and spend my days dreaming and escaping from reality, but this is what happens when my dreams become my nightmares. come to the dark side.

[unloveablc]

[s-hirow]

[gypsyastronaut]

[mothmessage]

My lord and savior is 51 today.

[yesterdaysprint]

The Twin-City Daily Sentinel, Winston-Salem, North Carolina, March 11, 1912

[aseaofquotes]

Jenny Han, Always and Forever, Lara Jean

[unloveablc]

[unloveablc]

[yesterdaysprint]

The Twin-City Daily Sentinel, Winston-Salem, North Carolina, March 11, 1912

[lostunhappy]

[b1008-blog]

[thequotejournals]

I don’t do anything with my life except romanticize and decay with indecision.

Allen Ginsberg, The Book of Martyrdom and Artifice (via funeral)

[gypsyastronaut]

[abattoirette-deactivated2018010]

I savour without bitterness this absurd awareness of being nothing, this foretaste of death and extinction.

Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (Translated by Richard Zenith)

[disorienteddreams]

La chute de la maison Usher (Jean Epstein, 1928)

[lifeinpoetry]

There’s something soft in me— / we killed it and it’s rotting.

Cassandra de Alba, from “A Barbie Dream House But All the Dolls Are Kitchen Knives,” published in Underblong  (via funeral)

[days-of-reading]

Daphne Gottlieb, Why Things Burn

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I live as if in someone else’s house           A house that comes in dreams And in which I have died perhaps Where there is something strange                               In the weariness of evening Something the mirrors save for themselves.

Anna Akhmatova, tr. by D.M. Thomas, from “Dull Knife,” (via funeral)