Cryptic_Ann

she/her |  art  | amatuer | virgo

[soracities]

Marina Tsvetaeva, excerpt from Poems for Akhmatova (#4), Selected Poems (trans. Elaine Feinstein, with Angela Livingstone) [ID in ALT]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I am tired of thinking; I’d like to be completely simple, and love you like a child…

Gustave Flaubert, from a letter to Louise Colet

(via violentwavesofemotion)

[weltenwellen]

Maggie Nelson, Bluets

[beguines]

Leila Chatti, "Postcard from Gone"

[theartofselfdemolition]

love gone 

[faeriecoffins]

calisto & jesper, sharing a quiet cup of tea after a nightmare before you’ve realized that you’re falling in love.

ft. @sashascauldron​’s jesper ❤️

soracities / walt whitman / d.h. lawrence / walt whitman

[paper-fairy]

“Stars, too, were time travelers. How many of those ancient points of light were the last echoes of suns now dead? How many had been born but their light not yet come this far? If all the suns but ours collapsed tonight, how many lifetimes would it take us to realize we were alone? I had always known the sky was full of mysteries—but not until now had I realized how full of them the earth was.”

— Ransom Riggs, Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children 

[engulfes]

girls when they're addicted to loneliness and desperation it's the strongest emotion they have ever known so their subconscious tells them it's their destiny

[engulfes]

it’s literally insane

[weltenwellen]

Mary Oliver, from “Work, Sometimes”, New and Selected Poems, Volume Two

[preciousjewels]

“You hold an absence at your center, as if it were a life.”

— Richard Brostoff, from “Grief” (via proustitute)

[pulledrounder]

Richard Siken, Boot Theory // Frank Bidart, The War of Vaslav Nijinsky // astralcorbozo on TikTok // Mary Herbert, A Long Time in the Desert // Dan Deacon, When I Was Done Dying

[anthonycudahy]

a kind gesture and i want to rip the earth from the earth, colored pencil on paper, 16″ x 20″, 2017

[weltenwellen]

Maria Mazziotti Gillan, from “Ghost Voices”

[tamsoj]

Charles Bukowski, "burning in water, drowning in flame," from Storm for the Living and the Dead

[geryone]

Smoking the Bible, Chris Abani

[deviika]

Jane O. Wayne // Kate Jacobs

[luthienne]

Jack Gilbert, from Collected Poems; "Waking at Night"

[theartofselfdemolition]

But I don’t want small talks. Let’s talk about your past. I want to know everything about you, even the smallest details that made you who you are. Tell me where you got those scars from, I’m willing to learn how and why it happened so I could understand you better. What about the things that bother and scare you the most? What can I do to help you overcome those fears so we can fight your demons together? Don’t be afraid of being true to yourself whenever you’re with me, my love. I want to spend hours memorizing those thoughts in your beautiful mind, and I don’t really care if they’re messy or not. Tell me stories about your darkest times a few years back, because I swear that I will hold your hand when you’re about to break down. Tell me about your favorite songs, books, and movies. I’m so interested to learn what makes you happy. Tell me about your dreams, ideas, and plans. I will stay at all costs to be a part of your future. And tell me about the places you want to go to, I’ll come with you to collect countless unforgettable memories. This way, we’ll replace the thoughts that you regret with memories that you deserve to remember forever. I know you’d think that you might be too much for me to handle, but I swear that I’ll keep you safe in my arms as I fall for every word that comes out of your mouth. It doesn’t just feel like knowing you more, it feels more like diving into the depths of your soul. Let me prove to you that we haven’t lost the art of communicating and conversing deeply. There are so many ways for me on how to love and treat you right, and this is one of them. So let’s not settle for typical topics and mediocre conversations, my dear. Let’s talk about the only universe that I love more than anything else — you.

—Ivette Caburnay