#rainsofwords

[rains-of-words]

“Madness is only unbearable when we demand it make sense; let it speak and you may hear truth in another dialect.”

— Antonin Artaud, Van Gogh: The Man Suicided by Society

[anastasiasyah]

“Strength is not thunder—it’s the silent dawn that returns each day, reminding you that even gentle light can move mountains.”

— 09/24/25, anastasiasyah

[kllarts]

'I will trust your lies'

street art by me, 2024

[blueacademiablog]

Never apologize for burning too brightly or collapsing into yourself every night. That is how galaxies are made.

Tyler Kent White (via surqrised)

[bluepandapoet]

I wish that every time a great line is written by some unknown writer, a new star is forged in the sky to burn for them.

You will be surprised to see such a night sky, overflowing with stars.

Then I'll ask you, "Why are you crying?"

-Bluepandapoet

@writerscreed

[rains-of-words]

“No one recovers from the disease of being born, a deadly wound if there ever was one.”

— Emil Cioran, The Trouble with Being Born

[rains-of-words]

“The soul cannot be cured by reason alone—it must be sung back into being.”

— Marsilio Ficino, The Book of Life

[rains-of-words]

“Love that lingers beyond the veil does not decay—it becomes the echo that haunts and heals in equal measure.”

— Alice Notley, The Descent of Alette