#romantic melancholy

[alasxaa]

She let the river take her sins and call it devotion

[existentialangelsblog]

“We all need meaning, and we all search for it. We may never fully understand the meaning of life, but perhaps the act of searching, evolving, and connecting is the meaning we’re all reaching for.”

[thecursedhorcrux]

Scent

There are things I remember without trying like the scent of her hair.

Not perfume. Not anything bottled or named. Just her. Wild, warm, like sunlit sheets and quiet mornings.

It hit me softly, like a whisper against my skin, and suddenly, the world narrowed to nothing but her breath, her neck, the way her hair fell across my chest like something sacred.

I was intoxicated not drunk, but dizzy in the most beautiful way. Like every inhale was a confession I couldn’t stop making.

Even now, I swear I smell it in the wind sometimes. Like she’s near. Like the memory of her refuses to fade politely.

And God if I could bottle it, if I could breathe it forever, I’d give up the world. Just to lose myself again in something so simple, so hers, so ruinous.

[petit-fleur2]

[sylviaplathreincarnate]

[americaneldritch]

"Even I Too! Even I Too!"

Illustration by Sidney Sime for "The Fall of Babbulkund," from Lord Dunsany's The Sword of Welleran and Other Stories (1908).

Colorization by Aladdin Collar for "Contes de Pegana," available now from Callidor Press.

[skindeepresting]

I don’t think you are always wrong. I think you keep ending up with people who benefit from making you believe that.

[valentineua]

The Crucifix by Moonlight (c.1870) - Gustav Adolf Amberger (1831–1896)