Su The Heartless

I looked into your eyes and saw, a world I wish I was in.

[su-theheartless]

I am terrified by this dark thing That sleeps in me; All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity. Clouds pass and disperse. Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrievables? Is it for such I agitate my heart? I am incapable of more knowledge. What is this, this face So murderous in its strangle of branches? - Its snaky acids kiss. It petrifies the will. These are the isolate, slow faults That kill, that kill, that kill.

From the poem "Elm", 19 April 1962” Sylvia Plath

[katphilbin]

Beastly Whispers 

for the “Kiss the Goat” show at Hyaena Gallery in July

[su-theheartless]

Please talk to me. Tell me about your day, your dreams, what you’re thinking, your aspirations, your wishes. It doesn’t matter how dark it is or how boring you think it is, I want to know you, the real you and love you for you

Angela

[su-theheartless]

You have to accept the fact that some people are never going to be for you. Treat them with respect, but you don't need their approval to fulfill your destiny

Joel Osteen

[su-theheartless]

Dustin and Matthew enjoying -a well deserved- macaroon after visiting Sacre Coeur in Paris. https://www.instagram.com/su.kaiser/

[eternyte-deactivated20210209]

[hapless-hollow]

I will be your ghost now, a shadow inborn within the corridors where we once breathed - and like most ghosts, doomed to go unseen.

Helaena Moon @ : http://hapless-hollow.tumblr.com/ (via hapless-hollow)

[minavampyra]

She’s a river, filled with tears of sadness and… heartbreak.

[thelovejournals]

Since I met you, I’ve felt abandoned without your nearness; your nearness is all I ever dream of, the only thing.

Franz Kafka, The Castle (via wordsnquotes)

[su-theheartless]

Let me enter your baptismal darkness.

Pablo Neruda

[su-theheartless]

I want something else. I’m not even sure what to call it anymore except I know it feels roomy and it’s drenched in sunlight and it’s weightless and I know it’s not cheap. Probably not even real

Mark Z. Danielewski

[su-theheartless]

If you can love someone with your whole heart, even one person, then there’s salvation in life. Even if you can’t get together with that person

Haruki Murakami

[su-theheartless]

All the lives we’ve ever lived and all the lives to be are full of trees and changing leaves

Virginia Woolf

[antigonick]

She was a romantic, sentimental child, with a preference for solitude, few friends, and a propensity to be moved to tears when the roses in the garden bloomed, when she smelled the rags and soap the nuns used as they bent over their tasks, and when she stayed behind to experience the melancholy stillness of the empty classrooms.

Isabel Allende, The House of The Spirits (via antigonick)

[beeple]

FINAL EXAM

[su-theheartless]

Love is not always beautiful. Sometimes love has thorns, rough edges, and sharp sides. Sometimes love has flaws and imperfections. What makes love beautiful is the decision to choose love despite how imperfect it is. The decision to choose love through adversity. A love that never gives up, is always the best kind of love, and a lover that chooses love, is always the best kind of lover

Billy Chapata

[su-theheartless]

To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering, one must not love. But, then one suffers from not loving. Therefore, to love is to suffer, not to love is to suffer, to suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy, then, is to suffer, but suffering makes one unhappy, therefore, to be unhappy one must love, or love to suffer, or suffer from too much happiness — I hope you're getting this down.

Love and Death, 1975